Post by fureverywhere on Dec 22, 2011 1:49:09 GMT -5
Working till midnight is making me tweaky anyway but some of these kids, of course there adults who act like defiant toddlers and big babies too. It's amusing when someone comes up to me with their chest all puffed out "Are YOU the manager??!!! I AM looking for a simple package of batteries. YOU must have batteries"...and I just gesture to the wall that's beside them...chuckle, chuckle...is THAT any way to treat the help???
But tonight there were two different children. Now I'm grandma incarnate, I'd volunteer in a daycare for free. Kids love me, I love them and even the difficult ones have their redeeming qualities. Let's see the first was about three or four, hyperactive and just homely...and he jumped up under the Christmas tree, was ready to step to the side if it came down, then he jumped on the counter, looked a bit like a chimp...then he wanted to scan stuff...okay I can work with that...but he smelled like puke? nasty diaper? possibly both? Then he started to jump down and I put my hands around his ribs and helped him to the floor, then back to the tree, then while Daddy is trying to get his credit card little Bucky is out to the parking lot.
Child two was maybe fifteen, you could hear screaming and whining down the aisles. Very loud complaining and then the father appeared and stood at the register. The daughter appeared still fussing and threw a card on the counter. Dad is saying she can't buy it. She heads down another aisle screaming the whole way " It's just a card, I'm getting the candy too, it's just a card and candy, Dad you're being such a #&*#@!!!!!". Then she heads down another aisle still fussing and Dad tries "Okay I'm going to the car" , then as he's standing in the doorway daughter reappears still yelling " I cannot believe you're being such a #&*#@ over candy and a card!!!!!!!". And Dad bought the card. And the candy. And let her go first through the door.
Neither one of these children were developmentally disabled, they both knew what they were doing. Dad One needed a leash or leaving Bucky home. Dad Two...must welcome abuse, he should've told her she was walking home...the end. You do not curse your parents...maybe if they're crackheads that just burned down the trailer...but no you do not let your children talk to you like that. My lip was twitching ringing them up...idiots
But tonight there were two different children. Now I'm grandma incarnate, I'd volunteer in a daycare for free. Kids love me, I love them and even the difficult ones have their redeeming qualities. Let's see the first was about three or four, hyperactive and just homely...and he jumped up under the Christmas tree, was ready to step to the side if it came down, then he jumped on the counter, looked a bit like a chimp...then he wanted to scan stuff...okay I can work with that...but he smelled like puke? nasty diaper? possibly both? Then he started to jump down and I put my hands around his ribs and helped him to the floor, then back to the tree, then while Daddy is trying to get his credit card little Bucky is out to the parking lot.
Child two was maybe fifteen, you could hear screaming and whining down the aisles. Very loud complaining and then the father appeared and stood at the register. The daughter appeared still fussing and threw a card on the counter. Dad is saying she can't buy it. She heads down another aisle screaming the whole way " It's just a card, I'm getting the candy too, it's just a card and candy, Dad you're being such a #&*#@!!!!!". Then she heads down another aisle still fussing and Dad tries "Okay I'm going to the car" , then as he's standing in the doorway daughter reappears still yelling " I cannot believe you're being such a #&*#@ over candy and a card!!!!!!!". And Dad bought the card. And the candy. And let her go first through the door.
Neither one of these children were developmentally disabled, they both knew what they were doing. Dad One needed a leash or leaving Bucky home. Dad Two...must welcome abuse, he should've told her she was walking home...the end. You do not curse your parents...maybe if they're crackheads that just burned down the trailer...but no you do not let your children talk to you like that. My lip was twitching ringing them up...idiots