I was over my friend Darren’s house the afternoon of New Year’s Eve. I’m godfather to his 3 year old, Lauren and she normally loves when Uncle Rex comes over.
As I walked in, Lauren had found the ice pack that Darren’s wife, Judy, had been using on her mouth so soothe the pain from oral surgery the day before. Judy was asleep in the bedroom when I walked in. Lauren was running around with the ice pack, licking it.
After I took my shoes off and said my hellos, Darren chased down Lauren and took the ice pack from her. And she COMPLETELY LOST IT.
Screaming worse than I’ve heard in any horror movie, kicking Darren violently so much so that he had to lay her on the couch where she continued for SCREAM at the top of her lungs and pound the couch with her legs. I looked at Darren and simply said (with my best tv commercial voice-over voice) “Are you sure you’re ready for children? If not, buy Trojans”
Eventually she formed a word: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course it was. When one parent does something she doesn’t like… call for the other.
Eventually, poor Judy woke up and got her. And of course, Judy stopped screaming within seconds.
I’ve been around kids enough to have experienced this many times before. (Heck, I can guarantee I WAS one of them)
.) Kids getting the concept of not always getting their way is certainly a STEEP learning curve. And for ME to see it a lot, parents must get it all the time from some of their kids at certain ages… I know many reading this are nodding along.
Now, I know there are infinite great things about having kids. But seeing this outburst makes me a slightly less sad that I don’t have kids of my own.