"Wan go pwayground?"
She figured out that it's really hard to blow bubbles in strong wind, and the end of the slide is the warmest place to relax with staticy hair. (Until the big rotten kids take over and push you out of the way.)
Sitting at the playground watching kids interact makes one twitch a bit. My kids are nuts enough, but I have to stick my fingers in my ears when I hear what comes out of other kids mouths. Brings you right back to elementary school yourself.
I am right there with my own kids, and I see a little boy looking at me, looking at the kids with me, and bad-mouthing them every time I turn away.
He was audibly "moo-ing" at my daughter and her friend. He was part of an after school group, and their teenaged leader person was telling him to stop, he's apparently got impulse control issues, he had super shifty eyes and could not stay still. It's not nice (for me) to fight with little boys, so I just gave him a hairy eyeball.
I try to ignore that boy and note the child with the hover-mom, who has a cell-phone clipped on his pants, who can't be more than five years old. She's on his every move, and he's got his phone ready to call her!
At least he's not mooing at us.
"Wan go pwayground?"
She figured out that it's really hard to blow bubbles in strong wind, and the end of the slide is the warmest place to relax with staticy hair. (Until the big rotten kids take over and push you out of the way.)
Sitting at the playground watching kids interact makes one twitch a bit. My kids are nuts enough, but I have to stick my fingers in my ears when I hear what comes out of other kids mouths. Brings you right back to elementary school yourself.
I am right there with my own kids, and I see a little boy looking at me, looking at the kids with me, and bad-mouthing them every time I turn away.
He was audibly "moo-ing" at my daughter and her friend. He was part of an after school group, and their teenaged leader person was telling him to stop, he's apparently got impulse control issues, he had super shifty eyes and could not stay still. It's not nice (for me) to fight with little boys, so I just gave him a hairy eyeball.
I try to ignore that boy and note the child with the hover-mom, who has a cell-phone clipped on his pants, who can't be more than five years old. She's on his every move, and he's got his phone ready to call her!
At least he's not mooing at us.