Wow, this is my 300th post! I can’t believe that milestone came so quick. *wipes tear* And I’d like to thank the Academy…
Moving on, this leave of absence has given me the chance to do stuff and go places during the weekday that I usually wouldn’t get to otherwise and I keep running into situations where I’m asking “where is your mother?”.
Like one day last week, I went to Dun.k.in Don.uts at like 11:30 in the morning to get some yummy high-calorie coffee goodness and there was a kid probably about 8 years old standing at the counter in front of me.
Employee: “How can I help you young man?”
Kid: “I want coffee. With creams and sugars and equals and milk”
Employee: “All of that in one coffee? What size”
Kid: “Coffee is liquid. It doesn’t come in a special size”
Employee: “Well what size cup do you want me to put the coffee in?”
Kid: “Well it’s for my mom and my mom’s pretty fat so I’d say the biggest Extra Large you have”
Me: “Where’s your mom?”
Kid: “In the car”
Employee: “You might want to go get her so we can make sure we get her order right”
Kid: “FINE!! But I’m gonna tell her that you’re mean”
Umm, really now. Parental guidance is mandatory, not suggested. I know you want Timmy to learn how to function in a grown up world and learn how to order for himself, but you need to be there to help him along the way. Watching from the soccermom van is not the same.
And last Friday I was on my way to get an oil change and had pulled up to the stoplight leading out of my complex. I saw three boys and two girls who couldn’t have been older than 7th or 8th grade walking on the sidewalk next to me. Mind you it was 1:30 PM, not a book or bookbag in sight. One of the little dudes pulled a black n’ mild from behind his ear, lit it up and took a puff, then passed it to one of the girls. My light turned green, but I was ready to scream out of the window, “Shouldn’t you be in school? Where is your mama?!”
People, why are your kids running amok? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at seeing stuff like this cuz we all know 8 year olds and 7th graders act more grown than real grown people, but damn is it so hard to get them to stay in the classroom for a little while?
Have any of you had to ask “where is yo’ mama?!”?? Get at me in the comments