I'd like to start by saying that I don't get into belligerent shouting matches at the playground very often. The Tot Lot, by its very nature, can be an extremely volatile place—a veritable powder keg of different and sometimes contradictory parenting styles—and this fact alone is usually enough to keep everyone, parents and tots alike, acting as courteous and deferential as possible. The argument we had earlier today didn't need to happen, and I want you to know, above all else, that I'm deeply sorry that things got so wildly, publicly out of hand.I've read the "No! Looter!" line three times now and am still laughing. I'll probably go back and read it again tomorrow and laugh more. I also love that the looter kid's name is Aidan. Lovely touch.
Now let me explain why your son was wrong.
When little Aiden toddled up our daughter Johanna and asked to play with her Elmo ball, he was, admittedly, very sweet and polite. I think his exact words were, "Have a ball, peas [sic]?" And I'm sure you were very proud of him for using his manners.
To be sure, I was equally proud when Johanna yelled, "No! Looter!" right in his looter face, and then only marginally less proud when she sort of shoved him.
HT: Haimona's shared items. Every now and then, I check through the shared items of folks who follow my shared items or who've clicked the "like" button on my posts, on the basis that if they like my stuff, they probably have pretty good taste overall and are probably more discerning than other people.
Update: The bit quoted above is of course satire. Satire that will be having me laughing all week. Read the whole thing.
In other news, the ritual disemboweling of the ACT party is just too depressing to blog about, so I won't.