Toiling at my job-job most of the afternoon, with a little break to play a couple of board games with the J-Man. I warned him I was going to kick his butt, and I did. I do not let the kids win, ever. Not to be nice, not to build their self-esteem. What builds their self-esteem thing, I think, is winning fair and square. Acquiring the skill or knowledge to beat me to the ground and leave me in a pulverized state. I remember the first time Notorious B.E.N. beat me at pool after scores of resounding losses. He had practiced and practiced until he got better. The look on his face that important day was priceless, and he still managed to say, “good game.” That is confidence building in my book.
Four dogs, all with big mouths, is a little too much for me. I have my two girls, my friend’s male hound mix, and my sister’s giant beast dog here right now and I feel like my head is going to explode. The dog-namics are way too much.
Which brings me to my general state of intolerance for ruckus. Today, I went to breakfast at a very nice restaurant. We had the pleasure of being seated behind a very large extended family with two little kids. Both were noisy, whining, fussing, and generally making it difficult for us to talk. Then, the littlest whining brat leaned over to our side of the booth where his whining ended up right in my ear. All the adults thought it was oh, so freakin’ cute. My breakfast companion decided to take the situation in hand and loudly blurted, “Oh, my God, did you hear? Santa Claus was murdered by the Easter Bunny, so no one is getting presents this year.”
Within moments, the family departed.
I think kids in restaurants need to be well-behaved and their parents need to see to that. ~ Tina Brown
Published on: Sep 25, 2006
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