And the Gloves Woulda Come Off, Baby!

...so I'm really glad that I wasn't there to witness the following. For the record, I was in Cub Scout hell. I will post more on this in a bit, but first I must tell you what a champ my husband is.....

....let us set the scene. Aaron is a teacher for a local school. The PTO of said school gifts teachers with obscene amounts of money due to all the crazy-ass fundraising they do throughout the year. Teachers get to spend said money on their classrooms. (Thus, our friends, Ginny and Lucy) Aaron needs to figure out how to spend all the fat cash, so he takes the twins with him to your favorite place and mine...Target. Well, being the three year-old that he is, Griffin decides to have a full-scale melt-down in the aisles, where Aaron is looking for outdoor toys for his classroom. Screams of "Mommy..... MOOOOMMMMMYYY" no doubt fill the entire store. I'm not saying that it is pretty, but wait until you hear about the nice (ahem) customer that approached Aaron.... "He's screaming for his Mommy." she says. "Mom's five miles away, unfortunately," he says. "No seriously, you need to do something with him. He's irritating me." she says. (Wait, it gets better...) "Thank you for your parenting advice, lady, but I am doing the best I can," he says. "No seriously, you really need to do something about him. He's been screaming like that since I got in the store. It's very irritating. You need to do something about him or leave." she says. "No, YOU'RE irritating, bye-bye," he says. Oooooh...that bitch is so lucky that I wasn't around, because I believe that I would have landed my sorry ass in jail for assault after I pimp-slapped her interfering ass! Obviously she doesn't have children, and certainly was she never graced with twins. So, join me folks in some bad karma and yell "fuck you" to this lady.

....So, back to my own bit of bitching about life. Boy Scouts. You know, in my rose-colored world, there would be no pedophiles. There would be no one who would abuse anyone in any manner. But in the real world, there are many such people. Unfortunately, some of them have been within the BSA. So what do I get to teach my kid about now? You guessed it. They've made talking about such things a necessary part of being in Scouts. I suppose that all of this goes along the same lines of the sex talks that we'll be having later this year. But I wish, looking through my rose-colored glasses, that I didn't have to teach Collin about this stuff yet. Just to hang onto that innocence a little longer?? *sigh* My little man's going to grow up.... I know...