Our local library puts on this event yearly and it’s a really great thing. I’m sure it gets people into the library that may not normally bring their kids, and it’s a great family day. There are readings and this year a one-hour play, characters such as Clifford from kids’ books, balloon animals, magic shows, clowns, face painting, free goodies for the kids, and so much I’m probably forgetting.
We took Jake again this year and he was able to actually get in the pen with the biggest lop-eared bunny I have ever seen! The man just scooped Jake up and put him in the pen!
Jake got a hand painted instead of his face. Not sure why he didn’t want it on his face, but oh well. While the face painting was going on, I got in one of the long lines to get an animal balloon. I was actually in a pretty short line with about 25 kids in front of us compared to the lines on the other two floors, which probably would have taken at least 2 hours as opposed to the 1 hour that I stood.
The lady behind me had a 2-YO boy. Now I’m not saying I’m the greatest parent in the world, but I certainly do not let my child run crazy. This little boy disappeared twice and of course the mom finally got out of line to go look for him. Thing was, she’d come back to her spot in line, which I would have felt funny about doing, but she was behind me so I figured it was up to the people behind her to say something. Then Pat and Jake came back over to me, and this little boy decided Jake was going to be his play buddy. That was fine with Jake at first, but this little boy also decided he was going to run and tackle and plow into Jake. Jake doesn’t play like that even with his 4-YO cousin, Will, so he was definitely caught off guard. In fact, he was so caught off guard that the first time the kid plowed into him, he knocked Jake down and of course there was the loud whack of Jake’s head hitting the floor. This was taking place about 5 yards from the line in which I stood, while Pat was watching the boys. I realize that Jake is almost twice the kid’s height, but this kid was R-O-U-G-H! The kid’s mother basically said to me that his cousins all play with him that way so that’s the way he plays. I did say that Jake wasn’t used to that, as he and his cousin don’t play that way. That’s how I make friends, you know.
Okay, so the first cry was over with and Pat later told me that she told Jake to tell the kid not to pull on him or knock him down. She also told me that I couldn’t see the kid when he had knocked Jake down and was riding him like a horse. Good thing I didn’t. Is there anything wrong with teaching your kid not to play like some hellion? I certainly don’t want Jake to be a baby about it if he’s ever, WHEN he’s ever picked on or poked fun at, but our idea is to get him in a good dojo where he learns how to handle things with words first and then if necessary he defends himself. I know, I know, but we’re trying to teach him right from wrong, and I think parent’s forget that sometimes.
Anyway, after getting a little fed up with the whole thing I asked Jake to come and stand by me. The kid proceeded to run around and do whatever while his mom did nothing. Pat even told me that she had to pull him away from the top of the stairs. I mean, he would have broken his neck had he fallen down the stairs. Mom is still standing in line completely ignoring her kid. Then the kid spots Jake again and runs with all his might plowing Jake down again. Caught both of us off guard that time, and Jake went down with his head just an inch or so away from the metal book shelves, whacking it on the floor again. I leaned down and pulled her kid off of my son and said, “That’s enough!” Jake thought I was mad at him, but I was doing my best to not lash out at the kid and his mother for being so stupid. I whispered to Jake that we’d be out of the place in just a minute and that he was okay. We talked later about what how badly the boy was behaving and what Jake should do next time. Oh, the mother did make the kid apologize, but only when she saw me getting angry.
In another phase of my life I would have probably let the woman have it, but I knew I needed to show Jake a better way. Call us pansies or losers or whatever, but I think in the long run, not telling Jake to slug the crap out of the kid was the best thing. ; )
We got that dang balloon beagle though!