Yesterday was the first reasonably nice weather we’d seen in these parts so far this spring, so I took the kidlets to the park on the way home from daycare yesterday. Unfortunately, I was not the only parent in town who had the same idea–the place was crowded. But Lil’Guy loved it–running up and down the ramps, shooting down the slides, jumping on the springboards and generally enjoying the hell out of himself while I followed him around with the baby.
Now, a public park–by definition–plays host to any number of objectionable persons. I could live with the creepy older guy sitting off to the side chainsmoking while he watched the kids for questionable reasons (he wasn’t a parent, I watched him leave alone). I could deal with the older kid–too big for the playset really–who stepped right on my kid’s head without so much as an “oops”. I can even deal with the trashy-looking 13-14 year old who was there with her two kids and spent the entire time screeching at them in unreasonably loud tones. **DESTINY, PUT THAT STICK DOWN! EWWWWW! SAPPHIRE, GO DOWN THIS SLIDE. DESTINY, JUST PUSH HIM AWAY IT’S YOUR TURN." ** and on and on.
You however, ma’am, I could not deal with. I noticed as you sat on the bench braiding your friend’s hair that you were paying only the most cursory attention to your toddler as he climbed on structures much too big for him, went flying off the ends of slides into other children, and generally acted like an unsupervised two-year-old. Being a friendly type, I semi-adopted him and kept an eye on him so he wouldn’t hurt himself or someone else. I pulled him down off one of the towers twice when he got stuck and started crying. (Way to be observant of the stranger touching your kid there, by the way. You’re lucky it was me and not the creepo chainsmoker.) So when he wet his pants I noticed, as you would have too if you had bothered to look at him—the dark dripping stain all down the legs of his pants was a pretty good clue.
After a few minutes, when it was obvious you didn’t notice or at least didn’t plan on dealing with it, I approached you.
“I think your little guy wet himself, I’ve got some extra pull-ups in my car if you’d like one.”
Reasonable statement, right?
You’d never think so from this harpy’s reaction.
BIG eye roll, loud sigh “He’s FINE. He knows better than to piss hisself. Being uncomfortable will teach him”
Yeah, and in the meantime he’s scooting over the playmats and going down slides and just generally smearing his piss all over the structure that three dozen other kids are trying to play on.
Vile nasty bitch.