Apr 25, 2007 14:53
So, I'm sitting at one of the many local coffee shops, working on my stupid "the effect of the war in Iraq on Iraqi libraries and collections". At the next hi-top table is a mother, her 4ish year old son and her friend. The adults are just talking away when the 4 year old starts flinging frosted flakes on the floor. He's having a grand old time, (those stools are nice and tall for a little kid), making keplow bombing types sound effects.
The adults didn't even bat an eye.
Next, the kid gets down off the stool and starts happily jumping on the frosted flakes and going "pop, poppity pop", as if he's got a big sheet of bubble wrap on the floor.
Still, not even a sideways glance from the adults.
Finally, the kid climbs back into the chair, and after several moments of "hey mommy, hey denise? mommy? MOMMY!" The adults look at him. Then proud as can be, the kid says "Look at what I made" and points to the floor.
The response...."that's nice dear, but that was kind of naughty of you to make a mess." Then they went right back to talking. The kid gets down, goes to the counter, climbs in another chair and starts ripping open another one of the single serve frosted flake bowls. The whole time, he is quiet and minding his own business, he appears to just be playing, not acting out or maliciously making a mess or anything.
Ummmm hello!?!?!
"That's nice dear, but that was KIND of naughty"?!?!?!
I kind of feel bad for the kid.