Hear No Evil
Tell us about a conversation you couldn’t help but overhear and wish you hadn’t.
At the local Walmart. Checkout lane. Mother and her boss in line behind me.
“Mommy! I want candy!”
“I’m sorry, honey, we have candy at home. You can have some when we get home.”
(Decibel level increase) “NO! I want candy NOW! Mommy! You’re BAD!! You’re hurting my FEELINGS!”
“I’m sorry, honey. Mommy doesn’t like to hurt your feelings. I’ll give you candy when we get home, okay?”
(Shrieking. Everyone in the whole superstore can now hear the child.) “NOOOOOO!! I said NO, Mommy. Didn’t you hear me? When I say no, I mean NO! I want candy NOW!”
“Honey, I’m sorry, but you need to use your indoor voice, okay? You can have candy when we get home, I promise, okay?”
(Now the child is taking deep breaths and cutting loose with bellows that could be induced only by the most severe pain imaginable. But between bellows):
“MOOOOOoooooommmy!! Listen to me! I’m CRYING! You HURT my FEELINGS! I’m telling DAAAAAAAaaaddy!”
This nonsense continued until I was finished paying for my things and heading to the exit. All I could wonder, as the deafening screeches receded like the Doppler effect, was if Mommy was going to get a time out when she got home. Obviously, there was no spanking going on in this family.
I could give a quiz here: Find five things that Mommy was doing that contributed to the child’s rotten behavior.
I’ll give you one answer: “I’m sorry, honey.”