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Let me tell you a story about a (not so) charming little 9 year-old girl called Katie *not her real name*. She has a twin brother and an older sister, who are nowhere near well-behaved children. However, Katie makes them look like saints.
All last week, my mum and I went on a camping trip with her, now ex, boyfriend and his three children. Worst holiday of my life, I swear to God. Mainly because of Katie.
Katie was 9-years-old, but acted like a 5-year-old AND a speshul snowflake adult, all rolled into one. She constantly threw tantrums when she didn't get her way. Everything had to be for HER. She had her dad wrapped around her little finger. He gave her what she wanted. My mum got her what she wanted, mainly to stop her from complaining and throwing a tantrum. But sometimes, my mum and her ex would get it wrong and Katie would scream at them that this was NOT what she wanted.
We also went on a boat trip where we hire and drive our own boat through a large section of wetland in the UK called the Broads. Katie was told not to stand up on the boat but she did anyway. She also hung over the side of the boat, kept putting her hands in the water and then splashed her brother and sister. She also wouldn't shut up complaining.
"I'm too cold."
"It's too windy."
"I'm bored."
"It's not fair." (said in relation to her brother and sister when it was their turn to drive the boat... with their dad's supervision, of course).
Couple this complaining with a naturally loud, booming voice, and you've got a VERY annoying little girl.
Anyway, at one point, her hat blew off into the water and a massive tantrum ensued. She screamed. She yelled. She hit her brother, who hit her back. And then shouted at her dad, saying it was HIS fault, he should have warned her that her hat could blow off, and that he WOULD buy her a new one, purple this time, with the words New York on it.
My mum and I were absolutely gobsmacked. We knew she was spoiled but this was just crazy! Little did we know, worse was to come...
A couple of days later, we went to an amusement arcade with an ice-cream parlor next door. I spotted a grabber machine filled with sweets. We told her that she could either have the sweets, or have an ice-cream. She said she wanted sweets. The grabber was a 'play until you win' type, so the odds of getting sweets was very high. We put a lot of money into the machine, and she had a LOT of sweets. She had as many as she could carry, and then put loads more into her back-pack. Not once did she thank us for giving her the money to do this. She just took, took, took.
We left the arcade and went to the ice-cream parlor. We all had ice-creams. Bear in mind, we asked the other children, sweets or ice-cream. They said ice-cream and had NO sweets. Guess what? Katie threw a tantrum! She proclaimed how unfair it was, that SHE wanted an ice-cream, and wanted one NOW! She would NOT shut up, and her screams, cries and protests were getting so loud that people were staring. My mum gave in, and got her an ice-cream, handed it to Katie and then...
"I don't want THAT! I wanted an ice LOLLY! Get me an ice LOLLY!"
My mum yelled at her then, saying that was ungrateful, rude and to eat the ice-cream right now. Katie just threw another tantrum and yelled that she wouldn't eat the ice-cream, and screamed at her to get her an ice-lolly. My mum stood her ground and frog-marched the little brat back to the car. All the while, Katie was telling my mum how horrible she was. My mum turned round and called her a spoiled little brat.
We got back to the campsite, where Katie was told off in the car by her dad. She was also told to stay in the car, on her own, until she could say sorry. She ended up being in there for about two hours. During this, her brother and sister got in the car too. Her brother came out after ten minutes or so but her sister stayed in the car with her. They smuggled in a tablet and some blankets and pillows, but their dad found out and took everything away. But Katie's sister had her mobile phone with her and let Katie use it to text her mother. She told her that my mum was mean and called her a brat. So then it all kicked off. Their mother phoned their dad, saying that my mum had NO right calling Katie a brat.
She had EVERY right. My mum gave her money, bought her an ice-cream, and she just threw it back in her face.
Katie ended up being let out of the car at dusk, but she didn't say sorry to anybody, and then, when she was in her bedroom in the tent, she text her mum again, telling her a pack of lies about how my mum was very mean and was bullying her and calling her lots of names.
And this is ONLY the tip of the ice-berg. She's just... wow. I have never met a nastier child.
All last week, my mum and I went on a camping trip with her, now ex, boyfriend and his three children. Worst holiday of my life, I swear to God. Mainly because of Katie.
Katie was 9-years-old, but acted like a 5-year-old AND a speshul snowflake adult, all rolled into one. She constantly threw tantrums when she didn't get her way. Everything had to be for HER. She had her dad wrapped around her little finger. He gave her what she wanted. My mum got her what she wanted, mainly to stop her from complaining and throwing a tantrum. But sometimes, my mum and her ex would get it wrong and Katie would scream at them that this was NOT what she wanted.
We also went on a boat trip where we hire and drive our own boat through a large section of wetland in the UK called the Broads. Katie was told not to stand up on the boat but she did anyway. She also hung over the side of the boat, kept putting her hands in the water and then splashed her brother and sister. She also wouldn't shut up complaining.
"I'm too cold."
"It's too windy."
"I'm bored."
"It's not fair." (said in relation to her brother and sister when it was their turn to drive the boat... with their dad's supervision, of course).
Couple this complaining with a naturally loud, booming voice, and you've got a VERY annoying little girl.
Anyway, at one point, her hat blew off into the water and a massive tantrum ensued. She screamed. She yelled. She hit her brother, who hit her back. And then shouted at her dad, saying it was HIS fault, he should have warned her that her hat could blow off, and that he WOULD buy her a new one, purple this time, with the words New York on it.
My mum and I were absolutely gobsmacked. We knew she was spoiled but this was just crazy! Little did we know, worse was to come...
A couple of days later, we went to an amusement arcade with an ice-cream parlor next door. I spotted a grabber machine filled with sweets. We told her that she could either have the sweets, or have an ice-cream. She said she wanted sweets. The grabber was a 'play until you win' type, so the odds of getting sweets was very high. We put a lot of money into the machine, and she had a LOT of sweets. She had as many as she could carry, and then put loads more into her back-pack. Not once did she thank us for giving her the money to do this. She just took, took, took.
We left the arcade and went to the ice-cream parlor. We all had ice-creams. Bear in mind, we asked the other children, sweets or ice-cream. They said ice-cream and had NO sweets. Guess what? Katie threw a tantrum! She proclaimed how unfair it was, that SHE wanted an ice-cream, and wanted one NOW! She would NOT shut up, and her screams, cries and protests were getting so loud that people were staring. My mum gave in, and got her an ice-cream, handed it to Katie and then...
"I don't want THAT! I wanted an ice LOLLY! Get me an ice LOLLY!"
My mum yelled at her then, saying that was ungrateful, rude and to eat the ice-cream right now. Katie just threw another tantrum and yelled that she wouldn't eat the ice-cream, and screamed at her to get her an ice-lolly. My mum stood her ground and frog-marched the little brat back to the car. All the while, Katie was telling my mum how horrible she was. My mum turned round and called her a spoiled little brat.
We got back to the campsite, where Katie was told off in the car by her dad. She was also told to stay in the car, on her own, until she could say sorry. She ended up being in there for about two hours. During this, her brother and sister got in the car too. Her brother came out after ten minutes or so but her sister stayed in the car with her. They smuggled in a tablet and some blankets and pillows, but their dad found out and took everything away. But Katie's sister had her mobile phone with her and let Katie use it to text her mother. She told her that my mum was mean and called her a brat. So then it all kicked off. Their mother phoned their dad, saying that my mum had NO right calling Katie a brat.
She had EVERY right. My mum gave her money, bought her an ice-cream, and she just threw it back in her face.
Katie ended up being let out of the car at dusk, but she didn't say sorry to anybody, and then, when she was in her bedroom in the tent, she text her mum again, telling her a pack of lies about how my mum was very mean and was bullying her and calling her lots of names.
And this is ONLY the tip of the ice-berg. She's just... wow. I have never met a nastier child.
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