Saturday, August 25, 2007
(My sweet K-Man)
We were at Chick-Fil-A the other night to eat and let my adorable husband get the chance to see the boys in action in the play area. Everything was going good. The K-Man had found a "friend" his age to play with and Little Bit was crawling around everywhere! However, after a little while I noticed K. had gone up to the top and had not come down. So as a good mother...I wait with my eyes glued to the bottom of the slide. Hmmm. No K-Man. I motion to my husband who was in the play area with B. to check on K. Finally, my husband gets K-Man to come down. To make the story move a bit faster...We find out a mean, stinky, bully of a boy had told K., "I'm going to bust your nose!". WHAT??!!
As my adorable husband put K. on his lap he starts to explain that he needs to tell boys like that to be nice AND he shouldn't be afraid that the boy was just talking mean...Yada Yada Yada! All good stuff, but I was thinking, My poor baby...He was scared. Where is that little snot? I want to give him a little talking to! Where is his Mom? I need to talk to her too! Don't parents these days talk to their kids about being nice? What is this world coming to? I then calmly tell K. that if ANYONE talks to him that way, "you come tell ME!"
Finally, my Momma Bear instinct calmed down and my claws relaxed, but it took a couple of minutes. This was my first (and I know not last) experience with a bully bothering one of my boys! K. was scared by this "big" kid. He had never been talked to that way. It just broke my heart.
BUT, I have to finish the story by saying that while my adorable husband was trying to teach my 3 year old a life lesson at this teachable moment, K kept looking around asking about the MAYO packets and straws he had stuffed in his pockets. *Sigh*