I want no one to misunderstand me. I love children. I really do. There's nothing I enjoy more than sitting down with my child and playing. But I think I met the worst child ever today.
I was playing at the park with my 3 year old son. Another boy comes up and they start playing chase. He chases my son a little too hard, so my son comes and climbs in my lap, b/c he's a little freaked at how fast the kid is and how overexuberant he is. This other....child comes up to us, while I am holding and protecting my child and bites him. BITES MY CHILD. It really didn't do my son any harm. Mostly scared him. But I was so angry at that child and his parents...mom on the cell phone and dad looking off into space. The father then tells me that his son was just playing. I told him my child doesn't play with biters and we left the park.
Yeah, that's real good parenting skills there. I ALWAYS TALK ON THE CELL PHONE WHEN I BRING MY KID TO THE PARK. and dad, mister jarhead himself...you could just imagine him saying to his kid, "don't cry. only sissies cry". I didn't hear him say anything like that, but there was a whole feeling around it. Like he was thinking, "boys will be boys". If I ever see them there again, my son will not be playing there.
I'm mad and sad and just reeling from the fact that my child was in my lap and I still didn't protect well enough. I don't blame myself, I blame those shithead parents, but still it hurts me. And now Eli is afraid.
I hate that he's beginning to see what the world is like. I had to teach him today about saying no to people who bite. That's completely fucked up.