Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Some People's Parents

I'm pretty ill right now.

When Gideon isn't beating me on the head or snatching my pillow out of frustration of my being totally no fun (a beating I so richly deserve), he's bringing me tissues and his binky. He's a good 30 second nurse, but he could use a lot more training. This kid can't make soup, tea and if I close my eyes for too long, he's guaranteed to bust something.

Speaking of toddler beat downs . . .

Madhouse at the Barnes and Noble Saturday evening. Usually I go during a weekday and was unprepared for the crowd. A very young child, under 2, hit Gideon in the face. This happens from time to time. Toddlers hit each other. It's why we take them to places to play together -- so they can get used to sharing with other children. It's not always smooth. Anyhow, it's not the first time Gideon was smacked by another kid and unlikely to be the last, he's been taunted, mocked and teased but he's managed to pull through with all his fingers and toes. My little trooper was fine after this latest assault. The father of the hitter quickly took his young child aside and told him not to hit. I'd have completely forgotten about this non-event by now, but a few minutes later that same little boy hit a girl, a much older girl, like at least 6 years old, three times his size and not hurt at all. The father of that girl freaked out, started screaming at the other father about his out-of-control son -- which was much more frightening than the toddler terrorist. Then the crazed dad went to a store employee, cause I guess he wanted that maybe 2 year-old at most evicted from the store, or arrested or I don't know. The employee was like, "Um, he's a little kid. These are all little kids."

Sometimes interacting with other kids' parents is pleasant, but often it's quite arduous. It's not going to end anytime soon -- there's going to be school functions, birthday parties and sporting events and argh, lord knows what else. It's my second least favorite part of parenting, right after, yep, you guessed it, butt wiping.

8 Comments:

At 11:52 AM, Blogger Jilly said...

hope you feel better

 
At 12:42 PM, Blogger Radish King said...

haha.
wait til he's 13 and you meet the girlfriend's parents.


hahahhhahahahahaahahahahahaaahahaa.


feel better.

 
At 12:50 PM, Blogger Suzanne said...

My second least favorite part of parenting is being sick with small children at home. Feel better.

 
At 1:34 PM, Blogger Reb said...

TOR, aw man, I had a boyfriend in first grade and his mother always called my mom up wanting to talk about us. I am so screwed.

 
At 1:38 PM, Blogger Reb said...

Suzanne, hmm certain interactions with other parents are still more challenging than getting my wheezing, nauseous ass beaten by attention desperate son. I must have some latent social dysfunction.

 
At 2:07 PM, Blogger Suzanne said...

Oh, I'm with you. Except the arduous parent times are my least favorite part.

 
At 2:22 PM, Blogger Suzanne said...

PS Wiping butts doesn't bother me so much. Wiping it off the walls? Yeah, that sucked. ;-)

 
At 3:21 PM, Blogger Andrew Shields said...

Yes, the walls, that was the worst. May it never happen again.

Get well.

 

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