Let Your Monkeys Run Wild
I think my annual back-to-school shopping boycott begins today. I went to the mall this morning, and folks, it was not pretty. Though I often fantasize about barreling through crowds and steamrolling anyone in my way, today I almost did it. I tripped two kids and clotheslined another. Seriously. But I refuse to accept the blame for any of these incidents, and instead of apologizing, I glared at the parent "in charge." Why can't parents control their kids in public? I’m going to start lobbying stores to install a kids play zone, where parents can dump their kids while they shop. It would make shopping more bearable for all of us.
Dinner last night: Tuscan Spelt and White Bean Soup; popovers
Dinner tonight: Italian Squash Pie
Comments
On a recent return flight from the ATL, I was irritated by the child sitting behind me, who enjoyed kicking the seat, beating the tray, and generally being a nuisance. I turned around once to ask the child to stop, and that lasted all of ten minutes. When I turned around again, I glared, asked her to stop again, and glared at the mother.
The mother's response was "I told her to stop."
I responded, "Told her? MAKE her!" and turned back around and sat in my seat. She did have her two children switch seats, and the son was able to refrain from kicking/beating activities for the remainder of the flight. Good thing, too, or there would have been an "incident."
Posted by: Red Momo | August 15, 2006 04:37 PM
It amazes me how often parents forget who is in charge. And don't get me started on parents who feed their kids chicken nuggets for every meal "because that's all they will eat." What a crock! In ten years, all high school kids will be having prom dinners at McDonald's.
Posted by: Purple Fried Okra | August 16, 2006 07:28 AM