I swear to you, at dinner tonight, and we're not talking eating at the ritz here, people - laminated booths and wildly printed backboards do not, for fine dining, make - an older woman actually yelled, "STOP IT" at my kid (or in our general direction) during a minor little meltdown he was having. Seriously, I was like, "Did she just yell that...at us?"
Oh, I'm sorry "Miss My children NEVER acted up in public for they ALWAYS sat quietly and politely and ate all their lima beans without so much as a peep because children are not really people and should be seen and never heard, and really, the world should only cater to adults and heaven forbid my precious dinner at the local family friendly, early bird special, sangria night place have a few moments of some toddler whining" - did we disturb you?
Seriously lady, if you had children, you are clearly remembering either a very FALSE recollection of your children's behavior, or you are moron. OR, you handily beat your children into submission, and, well, that's just not how I roll.
Guess what, life isn't ALL ABOUT YOU. Children exist. They have feelings and are still trying to figure out how to navigate life's little social graces. I'm going to just put it out there and suggest that, while, yes, I think a screaming totally inconsolable child in perhaps, a, oh, fine dining establishment should perhaps be taken somewhere else with a calm and considerate parent who may calm them down and offer them a sympathetic ear and a hug - a somewhat annoying whine from a three year old for maybe two minutes in a freaking beachside, local dive with a bumper car in the middle of the room that the wait staff was encouraging my children to play in is REALLY NOT THE PLACE TO GET PISSED OFF IF THEY MAKE A LITTLE NOISE.
But lady, yelling at my child over two booths almost earned you a walk over from me who was about to deliver a very well deserved "TSK - children are human beings too". Luckily, I was restrained by my friend.
Thank you. That is all.
2 comments:
Both hilarious and maddening...my own mother swears we NEVER acted out in public--and I gently remind her that's not possible and she's looking at the past with some lovely rose-colored glasses...:)
Allison, my dad, as well, tends to wear some pretty fancy rose colored glasses... It can be maddening!! Ahh, I'm sure we'll NEVER forget the times of strife delivered by our little ones when we are older...*heh heh. I hope not, at least, and if I do, hopefully I won't be a big beyotch and yell at some disheveled mom in the throes of it!
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