Last week, my son and his friend were all standing in the middle of this circle of tables (that I forgot to take a picture of so instead used crayons and markers to illustrate the scene of the crime).
The head of the school came over and asked them to come out. She explained: The tables are in a circle so you DON’T go in the middle.
I thought: That did not even occur to me. followed by OOH! We just got in TROUBLE!
This week, a little girl, who’s probably five, went into the middle. (cue DUNT DUNT DUH)
I debate whether to say something. Her mom hadn’t been among the rebel parents of last week and is immersed in a conversation many feet away so I can’t easily enlist her to then explain the crime to her daughter.
So I opt to tell this five year old offender. I explain that we had gotten in trouble for standing in the middle of the tables, and I ask her to come out. Oh and I say: You’re very good at crawling under tables. You know, to give some positive reinforcement.
Well, I’m thinking: SUCCESS! until I notice that she’s clearly upset with something and begins whispering to her mom. And I decide that something is me.
So, completely unprompted, I begin explaining to the mom what happened. The mom seems both understanding and annoyed by my attempt to be helpful.
So I say: I was nice although I probably shouldn’t have said that we got IN TROUBLE. Because some kids are WAY more sensitive than others.
And then I trail off. As I may or may not have just insulted her daughter.
But at least I can say that I successfully made the conversation MORE awkward.
I thinking of adding that special talent to my business cards.
So I ask: Do YOU tell other people’s children to stop doing something?
(let’s discount danger to them or others or being mean to your own child because DUH!)
I didn’t respond to the answers or choose one. Because I’m afraid. Y’all are OPINIONATED. Which I respect enough to not take sides. Plus I’m not sure which side WINS. And I always want to win.
Today, a favorite post of mine is featured on Mamapedia: Never Underestimate The Joys Of A Public Bathroom With Two Kids