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THe boys were not listening, and being a bit out of hand. 60% on the kid a-hole scale. I was busy telling Chatterbox to stop pushing the cart (a common problem anywhere I take him) when we hear this minor crash and a stream of cursing.
Then some youngish lady in the next isle over stands up and starts yelling, "SERIOUSLY!! SERIOUSLY!??" and is yelling at what appears to be nothing. Since I don't speak Grey's Anatomy, I was confused. I asked her what happened, and--- in-between yelling at nothing--- she started yelling at me(?) to control my (&(*%% kids.
I walk forward and see BamBam hiding behind a smaller "drugstore" cart. I couldn't see it over all the plants on the display islands. I guess he was pushing the little cart around--because he wanted to be like Chatterbox and Noel, and since he can barely reach the handle, he wasn't watching where he was going. He dumped the lady into some plants and bashed her shins.
So---since at this point I am still not sure what happened---I ask "Did he hit you? OMG I am sooooo sorry, I know how much that hurts, are you ok, OMG I am so sorry. I've got bruises from the tricycle. He's just a baby, ouch are you ok?" Or something like that. I was still trying to assess the situation.
But the souless barren wasteland of a person continues yelling BamBam. I think. She didn't seem to be looking at me---maybe she thought Pastrymama was his mom? It went on for a little while, as it is hard to navigate Baker's with multiple carts & kids. When I got to the scene of the crime, BamBam was OBVIOUSLY contrite, or as contrite as a crap-head little 2 year-old can be. Wasteland storms off, still saying awful things, goes up front to complain, and gives us dirty looks. I may or may not have said something nasty back. I could have possibly, or possibly not have creatively called her the "c" word. Loudly.
Pastrymama and I went into the greenhouse to "collect" and talk to BamBam. I was a little embarrassed for getting riled up, but Pastrymama was just as mad as I was.
SO: Some notes to Wasteland:
First: Don't yell at other people's kids unless it is an emergency situation.
Second: Don't piss off a fat lady carrying around a pitchfork.
Third: Popular catch phrases like, "SERIOUSLY?" or "COME ON!" or "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Mean jack crap to a 2-year-old. You have to use your big-people words, in concise sentances, spoken in a manner which relates your reaction and/or feelings into a manner which he can understand. ie- "No no! You have to be careful-careful, otherwise you are going to crash and hurt my legs."
Fourth: If I get the
vaguest suspicion you might push that cart to knock him over in some petty retaliation, I will follow you home and kill you in your own kitchen.
you cannot imagine how laree kept her cool. i almost jumped over the plants to beat her with a tomato and he's not my child. but holy crap, don't yell like a banshee at a 2 year old that's not yours! i should have offered her an ativan and a lollipop
after we got to the greenhouse i pulled out my candy stash of cajeta suckers and bribed laree's sweet angels to be good, but told them if them weren't, i would rip the sucker right out of their mouth and into the trash it would go. chatterbox's eyes got wide, but he was good and no one lost their candy
he asked me why i had candy in my purse and i said, because the twins and the little prince need to be bribed sometimes so i will always have candy. they are sweet boys.
I can understand being in pain and upset from being run into with the cart, but heck, yell at the parent, not the small child if that's what you feel you need to do. (Which is still really stupid when the parent is profusely apologising).
I need to rake out my pens, which will yield lots of ratty, frayed feathers (many stuck together with chicken poop). Anyone got some tar? Then we can properly reward the "lady" for her outburst. Y'all DID take down her license plate so we can find her to enact appropriate retribution, didn't you?