Yesterday after Aaron's doctor's appointment, I took him to Chik-fil-A to play. I was sitting at my table when all of a sudden Aaron came out of the playset and he was crying. I rushed over to him and asked what was wrong. He said "A boy hit me!" I asked "What boy?" and about that time two much bigger boys came out of the playset. They were probably 8 or 9 years old. The friend of the hitter immediately told on him.
I asked what happened and the kid said that Aaron was trying to put his polar bear in a "hole" and his friend did not want Aaron to. So, the friend starting "beating on him!" (his words, not mine). Well, of course the "hitter's" mother was mortified. She kept making him apologize and asking if Aaron was alright.
Aaron was okay and recovered quickly with the offer of a sip of milkshake. Mommy on the other hand did not recover so quickly. My heart was broken and the strain of holding in the tears I wanted to weep gave me a stomachache for the rest of the day. I wanted to throttle that kid! How dare he pick on my child?! (and why wasn't he in school, anyway?)
This "mommy" thing is hard work!
2 comments:
Yep, being a parent has it's ups and downs. Mostly ups, though....
Blah! I don't blame you for feeling that way. I bet the other boy's mother had a stomach ache too. Kids!
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