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... it's how we roll.....
Literally....
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.
Poor BamBam!
That's just wrong, she obviously needs a life if she has to yell at a little guy. I don't know anyone who would yell at someone else's kids ... their own when they are heinous, yes, but not someone else's, especially a stranger's.
I love your kid a-hole meter, have had a difficult time figuring out how to word that state of kid-ness. Mine was probably an 70% on that meter last night when we were running errands. Happily he calmed down when we got home because I was done with it.
... it's how we roll.....
Literally....
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.
Poor BamBam!
I love your kid a-hole meter, have had a difficult time figuring out how to word that state of kid-ness. Mine was probably an 70% on that meter last night when we were running errands. Happily he calmed down when we got home because I was done with it.
