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The Spawn of Satan likes to dine under the Golden Arches....
School's out, so I take the kids to Mickey D's for some fun. Frankly, they are getting a bit too old (8 and 11) for the play area, but they love the video games, so what the heck. Our local one has an enclosed area where families can sit and eat, and kids can play on the indoor gym or the video games.
We had just finished eating when the SOS (Spawn of Satan) and his mother (MOSOS) come in. SOS is maybe five, and him mom looks about 18 going on 40. We were the only ones in the play area, so there was lots of room and toys for everyone.
First, SOS does not want to eat his meal, but would rather play. Mom says okay, but only for a "minute". As if.
Before you can say, "Where's the Ritalin?" SOS has taken off his shoes and socks (socks are supposed to stay on, but who's keeping track), and is at the top of the play structure slide. My daughter has just gone down the slide, and most kids would wait until she's out of the way before heading down. Apparently SOS is special, because he instead chooses to scream, "GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!", then goes down the slide and hits her in the back. My daughter was more dazed than hurt, and got up to go play on the video games. SOS simply smiles, and proceeds to climb back up the slide. MOSOS looks up from the gossip rag she's reading, and gently tells SOS to stop fooling around and come and eat. She seems oblivious to her son's assault on my daughter, and goes back to her magazine. SOS ignores her and continues to terrorize the play structure. I did go over and politely tell SOS to be more careful or he wouldn't be allowed to play on the equipment, but again MOSOS ignored this.
At this point I probably should have packed up my kids and left, but my daughter decides to join her brother at the video games, so we stay. Things are quiet for a few minutes until SOS decides he wants to play them too. There are five empty games, but of course he wants the one that my kids are playing on. He comes over and yells at my kids, "GET OFF THE GAME, I WANT TO PLAY NOOOWWW!!!" MOSOS ignores him, so my son tells him that they'll finish their game and then he can play. This is not good enough for him, so he yells, "NO, NOW!" and pushes my daughter out of the way to grab the controls. My son grabs the controls back and tells him he can wait until they're done
By now I've had enough, so I go over and angrily tell SOS that he has to wait his turn. He starts to throw a fit, and MOSOS finally clues in. First she tells him to come eat, and when that doesn't work, she tells me that my kids are hogging the machine (they've been playing on it for maybe ten minutes), and should let her darling play immediately. I tell her that my son told him that he could play as soon as they finished their game, but that wasn't good enough for him, so he pushed my daughter, and this was not okay under any circumstances. She gets huffy but actually grows a backbone and brings SOS back to the table to eat.
For some reason my kids want to stay, so they finish their game and move to another one. Things are uneventful for a few minutes while SOS eats. I notice that in between bites he's throwing french fries at his mother's head and merely laughs when she tells him to stop.
When he's done, SOS decides to forgo the video game and goes back to the play structure. He starts yelling at my kids, "HEY YOU GUYS, COME OVER HERE AND PLAY WITH ME!!!" repeatedly. They are wise enough to ignore him, so he's forced to play by himself.
A few minutes later his mom says it's time to go, but he doesn't want to, so he plants himself at the highest point of the structure and refuses to come down. MOSOS begs and pleads, and finally lures him down with a milkshake. He grabs the shake and crawls to the back corner under their table where she can't reach him. Mom gets his shoes and socks and puts them under the table so he can put them on while he's drinking his milkshake. Yeah right.
We know it's time to leave when we see MOSOS on her hands and knees trying to get her kid out from under the table, only to have him shout "NNNOOOO!!!!" as he throws his shoes at her.
The best part? As we are getting in the car, my son turns to me and says, "Mom, that kid is in some serious need of discipline."
My daughter pipes in, "I think he just needs a good spanking."
We had just finished eating when the SOS (Spawn of Satan) and his mother (MOSOS) come in. SOS is maybe five, and him mom looks about 18 going on 40. We were the only ones in the play area, so there was lots of room and toys for everyone.
First, SOS does not want to eat his meal, but would rather play. Mom says okay, but only for a "minute". As if.
Before you can say, "Where's the Ritalin?" SOS has taken off his shoes and socks (socks are supposed to stay on, but who's keeping track), and is at the top of the play structure slide. My daughter has just gone down the slide, and most kids would wait until she's out of the way before heading down. Apparently SOS is special, because he instead chooses to scream, "GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!", then goes down the slide and hits her in the back. My daughter was more dazed than hurt, and got up to go play on the video games. SOS simply smiles, and proceeds to climb back up the slide. MOSOS looks up from the gossip rag she's reading, and gently tells SOS to stop fooling around and come and eat. She seems oblivious to her son's assault on my daughter, and goes back to her magazine. SOS ignores her and continues to terrorize the play structure. I did go over and politely tell SOS to be more careful or he wouldn't be allowed to play on the equipment, but again MOSOS ignored this.
At this point I probably should have packed up my kids and left, but my daughter decides to join her brother at the video games, so we stay. Things are quiet for a few minutes until SOS decides he wants to play them too. There are five empty games, but of course he wants the one that my kids are playing on. He comes over and yells at my kids, "GET OFF THE GAME, I WANT TO PLAY NOOOWWW!!!" MOSOS ignores him, so my son tells him that they'll finish their game and then he can play. This is not good enough for him, so he yells, "NO, NOW!" and pushes my daughter out of the way to grab the controls. My son grabs the controls back and tells him he can wait until they're done
By now I've had enough, so I go over and angrily tell SOS that he has to wait his turn. He starts to throw a fit, and MOSOS finally clues in. First she tells him to come eat, and when that doesn't work, she tells me that my kids are hogging the machine (they've been playing on it for maybe ten minutes), and should let her darling play immediately. I tell her that my son told him that he could play as soon as they finished their game, but that wasn't good enough for him, so he pushed my daughter, and this was not okay under any circumstances. She gets huffy but actually grows a backbone and brings SOS back to the table to eat.
For some reason my kids want to stay, so they finish their game and move to another one. Things are uneventful for a few minutes while SOS eats. I notice that in between bites he's throwing french fries at his mother's head and merely laughs when she tells him to stop.
When he's done, SOS decides to forgo the video game and goes back to the play structure. He starts yelling at my kids, "HEY YOU GUYS, COME OVER HERE AND PLAY WITH ME!!!" repeatedly. They are wise enough to ignore him, so he's forced to play by himself.
A few minutes later his mom says it's time to go, but he doesn't want to, so he plants himself at the highest point of the structure and refuses to come down. MOSOS begs and pleads, and finally lures him down with a milkshake. He grabs the shake and crawls to the back corner under their table where she can't reach him. Mom gets his shoes and socks and puts them under the table so he can put them on while he's drinking his milkshake. Yeah right.
We know it's time to leave when we see MOSOS on her hands and knees trying to get her kid out from under the table, only to have him shout "NNNOOOO!!!!" as he throws his shoes at her.
The best part? As we are getting in the car, my son turns to me and says, "Mom, that kid is in some serious need of discipline."
My daughter pipes in, "I think he just needs a good spanking."
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