Ya, you read that right.
I had violent thoughts toward a young child today.
It was all Ally-Mcbeal-Hallucinations in my mind.
For a visual. This is what I had in mind for this little blonde bitch child.
Let's set the scene, shall we:
I was at the YMCA picking up my kid after a good 500 calorie burn--gabbing it up with a fellow mom in the child watch area. I am watching my child move about the room, playing with toys when I see her approach two older girls sitting cross-legged reading a book. Haley stands before them looking at the book they were looking at too.
BB: (Snotty voice-to Haley) Ahh What are you looking at? What do you want?
Hearing this I slowly move over to Haley to remove her away from this little brat.
BB: Go away, leave us alone.
At this point, I am staring down this little brat with my meanest-momma-glare. I mean, this was a serious mean mommy look. While I am picking Haley up to move her away from this girl; she says to the other girl (who has remained silent the entire time...smart girl)
BB: Come on, let go set at a table, these people are annoying me.
Grrr.
I wanted to find her mother and slap her mother for having such a bratty child.
No one, talks to my baby like that. (And how disrespectful to an adult. It is one thing to be a little witch to a peer, but to speak that way towards an adult...no way)
But...in that moment, the 5-year-old taught me a lesson. Oddly. Some people are just mean. For no good reason. She was simply a little brat. She could grow up to be the sweetest young lady ever, for all I know. But in that moment, she was simply not a nice person. It wasn't out of jealousy or competitiveness or whatever physco-bable-fruadian theory people like to come up with to rationalize bad people doing bad things. She was simply mean. And--that doesn't change. Little bitches, grow up to be big bitches and that is just a sad simple fact of life. Some people just suck.
Comments
I think, when I run into these little b's all grown up, I still want to slap their mothers! Because somehow I still manage to psycho-babble it all back to the mamma that raised her daughter up that way.
Thank God I had 4 sons and a step daughter to humble my inner priss (I think, anyways) before the princess joined our family. Lord knows, I'd of raised a little b* ;)
I admit, sometimes my dear husband makes me step back a moment to realize I still do sometimes treat her in ways that encourage her to be a spoiled lil' brat.
But only sometimes :)
Thanks for another awesome post!