I hope you don’t let those people stop you from doing the right thing. The parents are stupid for sure but I’d rather put up with some jackoffs threats than see a child get hurt.
Ok.
Nope, not gonna argue.
I guess I don’t get this take on things. This is the Snuggly Kitten Forum - if you don’t want to be judged by what you post, then don’t post it. I haven’t been here all that long, but it didn’t take me long to figure out that if I open my mouth and something stupid comes out - I will be called on it by everyone. I am honestly not sure why anyone would be surprised by this.
ETA: Love the name change - this should stay the Snuggly Kitten forum!
This is why we never eat open food at places where there are free roaming toddlers or young children.
Wekta Funki!
Seriously! Let’s get back to why it’s okay to punch someone for being a yelly d-bag. Failing that, ways to ensure a toddler ends up with a combination of hot sauce and broken glass in her eyes.
Our kids are grown, but haven’t produced grandchildren for us yet.
Remind me again why we nurture children? I’m forgetting…
- Bury the entire bottle in a Happy 2nd Birthday Cake
- Put a fire cracker in the top of the bottle, so that it looks like one of the candles
3.??? - Profit.
Everybody have fun tonight …
Everybody *Wenkti Funki *tonight …
Have you guys been crashing my family reunions.
To ensure healthy organs for the future harvest.
Because the Failure to Thrive ones are less delicious with hot sauce. Haven’t you been reading the thread?
This is the gist of it. It went on quite a bit longer than this:
Begin Scene…
A toddler is shrieking and pointing at the Tobasco Thief. He sets the stolen bottle of tobasco down on the nearby card table. A man, clutching a bottle of beer, and woman, holding an empty wine glass storm up. The woman snatches up the toddler and tries to calm her.
Man: What the fck are you doing to my daughter?
Tobasco Thief: She had an open bottle of tobasco sauce, and I was worried that she’d get it on her, so I took it from her.
Woman: You shouldn’t be taking stuff from kids.
Tobasco Thief: It was tobasco sauce.
Man: Didn’t you hear my wife? You leave my fcking kid alone! You f*cking pervert.
Tobasco Thief: Whatever, dude.
Tobasco Thief walks off. Man follows him.
Man: Hey, I’m talking to you!
Tobasco Thief: Leave me alone. Stop being a douchebag and back up off me.
Man: F*CK YOU! YOU WANNA GO RIGHT NOW? I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!
Tobasco Thief: Whatever dude. Don’t even try it.
The Host rushes over to the Man.
Host: Um… you can’t be yelling and cussing like that. You’re going to have to calm down.
Man: Fck you.
Host: All right, this is my place, so why don’t you just leave, before I call the cops.
Man: Fck it. Honey, we’re out of here.
Man, Woman and toddler exit.
And scene!
Barring an allergy, worst case scenario is she gets it in her eyes. It’s not a danger at all. It’s more salt and vinager than it is hot. Just take her to the bathroom and wash her up. She’ll be good as new. Getting stuff for me is just the sort of mission my daughter would like to do in order to remain entertained. Maybe not all toddlers are like that, but mine is.
As for the parents not being around, it would depend strongly on the people at the BBQ. Since obviously they didn’t know you, it probably wasn’t the sort of place I would let my child roam around unattended. I have no idea what the situation was, I just wanted to point out that tobasco sauce isn’t necessarily the dire emergency that some here are making it out to be.
ETA: I want to be clear though, the parent was a douche for going of on you. You didn’t do anything wrong.
A firm knee on her chest + a piping bag.
Please— unless this is some Homer-Simpson-created hot sauce infused with nicotine, the name is Tabasco.
Is that why they got mad at me? They could tell I was spelling it wrong in my head?
One time a guy came up to me and started screaming at me for beating a dog. Moron. If he’d taken the time to ask, I could have told him I was from the future and this dog was going to be the next Hitler. Sigh. When you assume…
The whole thing surprises me. There was this kid once at Fourth of July barbeque who would not stop bothering me while we were watching the fireworks. I picked up the kid, and sat her in my lap. The parents, who I had never met, were sitting right beside me, and said absolutely nothing.
Afterward I realized I could have been a child molester and taken the kid right in front of the parents.
That’s literally unbelievable that someone would act like that…and double bonus, he called you a pervert, too! In mixed company no less!