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Re: A child just threw a rock at me!
How old?
My knee jerk response would be to immediately get in Sam's space and say
NO! like you would to a dog - NO, we NEVER throw rocks. And then we would leave the playground or wherever. And now that he is old enough, I'd make him apologize.
Sorry the mom was useless.
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Uncool. If theres ever a time for the mean mom voice its when your kid is throwing rocks at living things.
Oh lord, nothing irks me more than gentle admonishments in response to heinous behavior.
Too bad you can't throw a rock back at him.
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If her mom keeps up those types of ineffective responses, the kid will be a malicious punk kid in no time.
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Ugh, I hate "gentle" mom voice. LAME.
Let those little bastards know you mean business! Last night, the kids in our neighborhood were riding bikes, including Jackson. There were two five year olds and one eight year old. Other 5YO and the 8YO kept riding through the 8YO's yard even though both of their parents told them not to do so multiple times and to stay on the sidewalk street. At first Jackson didn't do it at all, but after watching them doing it 10 or so times, Jackson tried to do it exactly once, b/c I got off my ass, marched right over to him and directed him off the lawn w/ my mean ass mom voice. The others were just like, "I told you, don't ride on the lawn." Repeat. Please.
I'm not a mom so I really don't know what I'll be like but I hope someone slaps me if I do "gentle mom voice" with that kind of behavior.
H has 3 nephews (ages 8, 5, & 3) and one of them punched him in the mouth ON PURPOSE 2 days after he had gotten all his wisdom teeth out and had been told not to play near him. Kid got "gentle mom voice" and I was horrified.
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Are we related? DH's nephews have gotten "gentle mom voice" for playing with a butcher knife (2 y/o), swinging our new camera around like a lasso (4 y/o), kicking our dog in the face AND jumping up and down on our washer and dryer (8 y/o). We actually had to take Gentle Mommy aside and tell her that she'd better start disciplining her children or they wouldn't be welcome in our home.
Oooh, is it tell stories about shitty kids time? Because I have one.
I live down the street from some little bad asses. These kids fail every test in the good black mama handbook. Their faces are dirty, their hair isn't done, their knees are incredibly ashy, and they're always up in everyone else's yard. Nitaw and Mere will tell you that all this is worse than beating your kid's ass on the regular. To make matters worse, at least once a week, mom is out in the damned street screaming at some dude about paying his child support. Ghetto hot messes for real.
When we first moved in, they were all up on our porch, in my yard, in my driveway like they live here. Now, my front yard is maybe three deep from the house to the sidewalk so it isn't big enough to have a bunch of loud, obnoxious kids in it. So we started telling them to get out. Once they actually sat on our front stoop, literally a foot from our front door in a row, talking and laughing. All five of them. I opened the front door and they just looked at my like they belonged. I yelled at them and after that, they only came up there when they thought we weren't home.
Lately, they've gotten even bolder. A couple days ago, I came home from walking pinky to dance and walked right past them. The minute I went into the house, they were in my driveway right under my bedroom window laughing and giggling. So I walked out there and said, "Hey, do you live here?" Of course they said no. But I still had to tell them pointedly to go home. The oldest of them proceeded to cut her eyes at me as she walked away. Homegirl is lucky I didn't take the three steps from my porch to snatch the green weave out of her head.
Yes, I said weave. Little girl is seven and mama got her some lime green weave.
::sigh::
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Here here.
That kid is a recipe for disaster. and so is her mother.
Ditto.
Hahaha, they might be related! They opened MIL's dishwasher and were sword fighting with knives a couple of weeks ago... The thing is, they are fantastic without their parents/grandparents around. H & I have had the 2 oldest over for sleep overs and have taken them out and they are well behaved with a little direction.
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Three is not innocent. My kid knows she would be in deep sh!ts if she ever threw a rock at someone. They are very aware of their actions.
Mom should have gotten in her face, used the scary devil voice and made the kid apologize. After that, leaving the park would be appropriate.
Maybe I'm a hard@ss.
Exactly. 12 months... maybe up to 18 months (maybe) I'd say it could be innocent - as in "hey this is rock, what happens if I swing my arm and open my hand?" kind of innocent. At 3, that's "let's see if I can peg that lady". 3 is old enough to know better - unless mom has not effectively communicated it, for which there is no excuse.
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Actually, I think the child was just in the moment of "oooh, throwing rocks is fun." I don't think she noticed me (or all the other people on the busy sidewalk) at all.
I would still expect a stern word from mom, but mostly from the standpoint that you don't throw rocks into a crowd, not that you don't throw rocks at me personally. Does that make sense? Yeah, yeah, not a parent, but I have a mean dog mom voice
At minimum, she should have gotten a see? This is why we don't throw rocks! You could have hurt that lady. You need to say you are sorry and then you need to come sit next to me for a minute.
Who lets their kids just throw rocks anyway?
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I'm with Kel. Except there is no maybe. I am a hardass, and not only with my own kid.
And on HAB's let's tell a story train, we were at our favorite playplace (affectionately known as Jesus' house, because it's run by a church) and there were some moms doing bible study and then me and my friends, and all of our kids were playing in the giant gym structure. And one of the bible study moms' kid (about 5 years old) kicked Edith in the leg. On purpose. Which, whatever, kids kick each other, but let's not have it happen again.
So I looked at the mom, and she saw me looking and she said in the wimpiestfuckingvoice ever, "Evan, we don't kick."
And I said, "Edith, if he kicks you again, you tell him 'DON'T KICK ME!'"
And about five minutes later, fuckingEvan kicked my child AGAIN, this time in the belly, and she said "YOU NO KICK MY BELLY!" And I looked at the mom over my glasses with raised eyebrows and she sort of half-heartedly shrugged in a what're you gonna do? kind of way.
And then that little ass hole kicked my baby in the MFing face. And I rose up out of my chair, walked right past his worthless mother, got right in his face and said in my meanest mom voice, "Look dude, I will be damned if you kick my daughter one. more. time. Your mother may not care what you do and she may not think she needs to correct your behavior, but I am watching you. And I'm bigger and much meaner than your mother. So knock it off, or I will handle your little behind."
And then the circle of mothers took their ill-behaved brood elsewhere, and I tried not to stroke out from anger.
Oh Jermys! You have the black mama thing nailed, honey. OMG, I would have.beat.ASS!!!
I cannot believe some people's parents, ffs. If my child kicked anyone and I mean anyone on purpose, they would be sitting by me if we did not go home immediately. And the heat would have been on had they actually had the nerve to raise their foot at anyone after I already told their little behinds once already. If anything, I would have hustled that kid out of there after apologizing profusely out of straight embarrassment.
Who allows children to treat other children like that???
There were once some 6 year old rat bastard in a mickyD's playplace who was pretending he was going to step on two year old peteybird's little head. Like the kid was getting actual pleasure from literally lifting up his foot and acting like he would step on my child while bird cowered on the floor. If voiced could kill, that little assholio would have expired on the muthafuking spot.
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You did NOT just say this kid has dayum Green weave. You just made this up. Lawd HAVE MERCY!!
Please don't get me started. I live in a subdivision that isn't but like 6-7 years old. I haz no fence and need one badly. I've told Bebe's kids behind me to stop cutting thru may dayum yard. Walk yo azz around the block and go home. I'm real close to lining my back yard with thorny azz bushes.
I'm a little nutty when it comes to my kid. But I absolutely don't allow her to put her hands or feet on other people either. I would have curled up and died if she'd been the face kicker! Ugh, can you imagine?!
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I wanna know what kind of mother pays for fuuking lime green weave but not shoes or pants for her younger babies.
It's a shame too because one of them is absolutely adorable. I want to snatch that poor baby up and run. He came right up to me and just as sweet as you please talked all nice to me. However as cute as he was, I was appalled by his horrible verbal skills. He's probably four and he doesn't speak clearly even in sentence structure. It took me five minutes to figure out that when he said "Why you?" he was asking me what my name was.
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One of my friend's kids (who I love and is 3) threw a rock at MH while in the midst of a particularly awful tantrum. Not trying to hit him...he was trying to give it to her, and she threw it back. I thought her mother's head was going to spin off her shoulders. No yelling, just one of most effective scary mom voices I've ever heard. *I* was scared.
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I have gotten in the face of other children when they have hurt my kids. Hell, I got into it with a grandmother when her brat yanked my younger, much smaller, SN son off a play structure by the arm and he landed on his head, but I have told off other kids for less.
Before having children I would never think to talk to someone else's child, but I swear having kids has made me downright mean. If you aren't going to parent your kids, I will.
This past Christmas I was at the Dollar Store when some kid kind of walked into me. Felt more purposeful than normal but he apologized and we went our separate ways. About two minutes later I was walking towards him when he very purposefully hit me with a toy. I called him out and this young girl started defending him. Turns out she was the sister and their mother was just standing there watching this whole thing unfold.
The sister tried to excuse his behavior because "He's a kid". I said he needed to learn some manners. The best part was the sister defended him by saying he was only 10. 10! That's when I lost my $hit, put my stuff back and walked out muttering something about her soon becoming a pole dancer and him ending up in juvie. Not my finest moment.