Yesterday, at Little Bear's therapy session, I was blowing up the biggest balloon ever and goofing off while we were hanging out in the little "gym" where the sessions are held. Apparently, I wasn't paying attention to how much I could inflate the balloon. It was so huge I just had to see how big it would get. One last breath and BOOOOOOM! The balloon exploded and blew apart into a bunch of litte pieces. Hoho started to cry and cry. Little Bear laughed and the other kid and therapist that were there jumped a mile. It scared the hell out of everyone. I felt terrible but thankfully the young girl with severe Autism had just left the room or I think she would have completely lost it.
It took me like 5 minutes to pick up all the pieces. We all laughed until we were crying, except for Hoho who was just crying.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
the beat down
I almost put a beat down on a five year old today. Not mine, mind you. Little Bear had speech therapy today and we usually meet his therapist at a small park in her condo complex. She works with LB while HoHo and I swing and play on the slides. Usually, we are the only people there but today there were four little kids, two babies, and their two moms who showed up about 15 minutes before our session was done.
Miss M, the speech therapist, invited the kids to play a game with her and LB. He likes to play with other kids and it's good for them to have some exposure to someone in a wheelchair. It's usually pretty cool. Once in a while we've had a stranger (adult and kid alike) say something snotty or unkind, but I usually talk to them about it and get it worked out.
NOT TODAY.
As we were leaving two of the little kids said - bye, see you later, thanks for letting us play with you, etc... but one little, evil, satan, spawn from hell said "See you later, you weird, freak who can't talk."
Excuse me?
So, I said to him (a wee bit snotty), "Hey kid, it's not very nice to call people names and make fun of their disabilities." Normally, when harshly reprimanded (expecially by strangers), five year olds tend to duck their heads, mumble, backtrack. This little f***er (who looked like that little turd in the movie Dennis the Menace), gives me a nasty smile and says, "So what, he can't talk right and he's a freak."
It took everything I had not to jump the five feet between us and smash his stupid little face into the ground. I think I said, "You should feel bad for what you have said and be sorry and you better believe I will remember you."
He then said (still smiling), " I don't care, if you remember me, I don't even live here."
My head almost exploded. I had to walk away or go to jail.
Ms. M heard the encounter and went over to reprimand the kid, who, while she did so stared at me and made faces! Seriously, there has to be a lighter sentence for killing children who are such assholes. This kid was an asshole and proud of it.
Ms. M then decided to put the fear of God into him and go talk to his mother, who somehow didn't notice any of this going on. That explains a whole lot.
The mom came over and apologized to me, and was like, "I'll talk to him when we get home."
What is wrong with people? If that was my kid you can bet, sure as shit, that he would be over there apologizing to the mom, the kid and then the real punishment would start, play time would be over pronto. I wouldn't say "Oh, you keep playing little asshole, and we'll chat about how it's wrong to make fun of people with special needs, when we get home."
Seriously, I wanted to see that kid cry and beg for mercy, is that too much to ask?
Miss M, the speech therapist, invited the kids to play a game with her and LB. He likes to play with other kids and it's good for them to have some exposure to someone in a wheelchair. It's usually pretty cool. Once in a while we've had a stranger (adult and kid alike) say something snotty or unkind, but I usually talk to them about it and get it worked out.
NOT TODAY.
As we were leaving two of the little kids said - bye, see you later, thanks for letting us play with you, etc... but one little, evil, satan, spawn from hell said "See you later, you weird, freak who can't talk."
Excuse me?
So, I said to him (a wee bit snotty), "Hey kid, it's not very nice to call people names and make fun of their disabilities." Normally, when harshly reprimanded (expecially by strangers), five year olds tend to duck their heads, mumble, backtrack. This little f***er (who looked like that little turd in the movie Dennis the Menace), gives me a nasty smile and says, "So what, he can't talk right and he's a freak."
It took everything I had not to jump the five feet between us and smash his stupid little face into the ground. I think I said, "You should feel bad for what you have said and be sorry and you better believe I will remember you."
He then said (still smiling), " I don't care, if you remember me, I don't even live here."
My head almost exploded. I had to walk away or go to jail.
Ms. M heard the encounter and went over to reprimand the kid, who, while she did so stared at me and made faces! Seriously, there has to be a lighter sentence for killing children who are such assholes. This kid was an asshole and proud of it.
Ms. M then decided to put the fear of God into him and go talk to his mother, who somehow didn't notice any of this going on. That explains a whole lot.
The mom came over and apologized to me, and was like, "I'll talk to him when we get home."
What is wrong with people? If that was my kid you can bet, sure as shit, that he would be over there apologizing to the mom, the kid and then the real punishment would start, play time would be over pronto. I wouldn't say "Oh, you keep playing little asshole, and we'll chat about how it's wrong to make fun of people with special needs, when we get home."
Seriously, I wanted to see that kid cry and beg for mercy, is that too much to ask?
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