So, I knew that having a kid didn't make me like other people's kids any better than I did before. But lately I've actively started hating other people's children. Khan drives me nuts sometimes, but he never does anything out of spite or malice. He shares with everyone and never snatches (he even gives kids with no toys his own toys, leaving himself with none). He doesn't hit or bite or shove. If other kids grab his stuff, he doesn't even try to get it back. He tells other kids "Good job!" He's already at least 3 feet tall so I have a feeling he's going to be one of the gentle giants.
But other people's little brats have done all these thing to him. At the library the other day, this kid just cold bit him in the arm. No provocation. They were just playing with blocks when out of nowhere this little beast sinks his teeth into Khan's arm. Khan looked at me, held out his arm and whimpered. Of course there was no parent to be seen (90% of the time there isn't), putting me in the position of teaching their stupid kids how to act in public. I took my son away, gave him half the blocks, and told the other kid, "NO. We. Do. Not. Bite. Khan, you don't have to play with someone who bites." Yesterday at a train table Khan went to take a train from the roundhouse when this brat comes screaming from the other end of the table, howling "THAT'S MINE! I was playing with it!" and SHOVES Khan to the floor. I told him, "No, you were not. It's his turn to use it. Come on, Khan. We don't have to play with people who don't share." It sounds passive-aggressive, but my first instinct was to put these kids in a headlock, so being PA was probably a better tactic.
The worst part is, most of these monsters are older than Khan, at least 4-5 or even older (the biter was younger though). I know toddlers usually have a MINE stage, but these kids are old enough to know better. And they are just nasty about it, sullen, spiteful and malicious. When I was their age I wouldn't have wanted to play with a baby either, but I would have left, not bullied a smaller, younger child.
Is my kid an angel? No. But he's nothing like these little monsters. I'm not even sure I want to see their parents, it might be too depressing.
But other people's little brats have done all these thing to him. At the library the other day, this kid just cold bit him in the arm. No provocation. They were just playing with blocks when out of nowhere this little beast sinks his teeth into Khan's arm. Khan looked at me, held out his arm and whimpered. Of course there was no parent to be seen (90% of the time there isn't), putting me in the position of teaching their stupid kids how to act in public. I took my son away, gave him half the blocks, and told the other kid, "NO. We. Do. Not. Bite. Khan, you don't have to play with someone who bites." Yesterday at a train table Khan went to take a train from the roundhouse when this brat comes screaming from the other end of the table, howling "THAT'S MINE! I was playing with it!" and SHOVES Khan to the floor. I told him, "No, you were not. It's his turn to use it. Come on, Khan. We don't have to play with people who don't share." It sounds passive-aggressive, but my first instinct was to put these kids in a headlock, so being PA was probably a better tactic.
The worst part is, most of these monsters are older than Khan, at least 4-5 or even older (the biter was younger though). I know toddlers usually have a MINE stage, but these kids are old enough to know better. And they are just nasty about it, sullen, spiteful and malicious. When I was their age I wouldn't have wanted to play with a baby either, but I would have left, not bullied a smaller, younger child.
Is my kid an angel? No. But he's nothing like these little monsters. I'm not even sure I want to see their parents, it might be too depressing.

You seem to be a good mum! 

. I finally had to explain to the one in my lap that I couldn't take pictures with her there, and that she had to sit by herself. I looked around for parents and couldn't figure out who was who. So I finally just climbed over the kids and jumped off and found a different spot to shoot at. I wasn't going to get in trouble for having strange kids practically cuddle up to me (wtf 

). I said have you seen the kids practically stalking me at the faire? Yea it's going to be even worse if I'm in costume. They don't believe me, just to prove a point in the fall there is one day I will be in costume, there is a bet going that I will be swarmed not long after opening gate. I had several days this spring where every time I turned around I'd have at least three kids there, or as soon as I was spotted kids would come running to pose for me. The lead photographer is completely confused by this. Since in his 14 years of photographing there, has never had that happen to him.
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