Yesterday afternoon, I took the kids to Frances Meadows (again, imagine that...lol) and since they've already been 2 times this week, Tyler wanted to play with a truck and car he had. He was right at the edge of the pool, rolling the truck over the grate, and on the edge of the concrete. Then I see a bigger kid over beside him, and think, "oh how sweet, that big kid stopped to play with Tyler." A couple minutes later, Tyler comes to me, upset, saying "he won't let me put my cars in the pool." I said "Who?" and he points to the kid who was sitting beside him earlier, but at that point, the little PUNK was at the lifeguard stand telling the lifeguard! SERIOUSLY! The kid was like 10! Is his self concept so low that he has to pick on a 5 year old?!?!?! So the lifeguard comes to me, telling me they are not allowed to have toys in the pool. I explain to her where he had his trucks, and she said "Oh, Okay." So then the little punk comes to me, telling me that Tyler can't have his toys in the pool, and I couldn't help myself.... I shouted at the little jerk "Go away and mind your own business!!!"
And then, my sweet little rule-following boy takes his toys away from the edge of the pool, and sits on the HOT concrete, in Flipping 98 degree weather and plays with his trucks. OOOOHHHH!!!! I just wanted to punch that little kid!!!!!!!!
And here's my sweet little rule follower in the hot sun, on the hot concrete playing with his toys.
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