I am feeling old today, because I just got my first pair of glasses with “progressive” lenses (that is, bifocals for people who like to hide the fact that they are wearing bifocals), so pardon me if I am cranky. If you are a kid, I warn you: Do not play on my lawn today, or I will yell at you. (My own kids are probably exempt from this rule, but they should not push their luck.)
Rotten Kids are to be found nearly everywhere, but if you want to see bad kids, encouraged in their bad behavior by bad parents, the local Ghetto-Mart is a great place to go.
Tonight I chose a self check-out lane, because it was the shortest line. (According to a corollary to of Murphy’s Law, “The shortest line moves the slowest.”) There was a mother with 3 boys in front of me, and she appeared to be competent enough to use the self check-out machine, so I ignored Murphy’s Law and took the calculated risk to get in the shortest line.
The kids took turns leaving the line, and grabbing things that they thought their mother should buy for them. Most of these were food items, even though “malnourished” was not an adjective that would describe them well. She didn’t buy any of these things, or tell the kids to put them back, or make the kids stop grabbing stuff, but she just left the stuff for some employee to put back. Meanwhile, one of the kids, who was probably 7 years old and about 80 pounds, insisted on sitting in the kid seat in the shopping cart. His mother told him not to climb into the cart, but he just kept climbing, and finally the mother gave up, and let him be there.
I am sure some doctor or school nurse or psychologist would diagnose these kids with Attention Deficit Disorder, or hyperactivity, or some other condition. And who knows if their nervous systems are messed up in some way?
But there is one really obvious reason why the kids were behaving badly. Every time they misbehaved, they got their way. Yes, their mother nagged and threatened them, sometimes abusively, but she would always give up and give in. And if you really want something, or just want attention, nagging is a small price to pay. Millions of husbands know this. In fact, the mother had a wedding ring, so maybe that is where her sons learned how to ignore their mother.
Like I said, I am feeling old today. These progressive lenses take some getting used to, and they give me motion sickness when I turn my head.
If I get any older and crankier, I might start dispensing free parenting advice when I see a situation like this. 😮