My grandson is a very friendly, helpful, and outspoken child. These are a couple embarassing moments he created.
My daughter's embarassing moment.
1. When he was around 5 years old, my daughter and he were in a Walmart superstore shopping for the weekly supply of food. She had always taught him the correct anatomical term for body parts, including the genitalia. As she was teaching him, he eagerly absorbed the information, and was now equipped with the correct terms. Ex. Pee pee, NO member, YES.
He had a habit of yelling a person's first name if he couldn't get the attention he was looking for by calling that person by his/her title. He was in the frozen food aisle where the popsicles were located. Having eaten them before, and liking them, he decided he was going to ask his mom to buy him some. So, as my daughter was busy making her selections one aisle over, she heard, "Ma-ri-eee, will you buy me some testicles?"
My embarassing moment.
2. My daughter, (same person) son-in-law, and grandchildren were visiting Me, my other daughter and son-in-law (no kids yet) on a beautiful, warm summer day. We decided to go to an area amusement park.
During the mid afternoon, we decided to go to the children's area where the water slides are located.
The adults all decided to ride down the water slides, and I was asked to watch my grandson.
I was laying on a recliner soaking up the sun, when all of a sudden, I heard a girl scream. I glanced up, and there was my grandson, holding his member, urinating where all could see, nearly hitting the young lady with his stream as she was approached from the rear. My face turned a crimson red, and the girl's father laughed, saying, "I bet you live in the country." I replied, "He does, I don't!"
Now, I'd read all the books, and even as a young mom I knew that if I once treated her with kid gloves out in public, she'd take every possible advantage of it. So, after trying to reason with the child (which works approximately as well as trying to nail Jello to a tree), I finally let her have it. Of course, she had to overdramatize the moment by covering her backside with both hands and commencing to wail "No, Mommy, no, don't hurt me!", as if she was used to nightly beatings.
My son was 7 or 8 years old, when I took him shopping with me to a local K-Mart one day. He decided to start acting like a little wise guy, climbing up one of those big poles that goes from the floor to the ceiling. I told him to stop. He didn't. After the second offense, I warned him that if he didn't mind me, I would wear him out in front of God and everybody. He got one of those "make me!" looks, as I went down an aisle, to look at some shoes. I pretended I wasn't watching...as he proceeded to climb up that pole again. I surprised the hell out of him, as I came up from behind, drew back my hand and left my handprint on the "meaty" part of his thigh. He let out an indignant wail and immediately jumped down from that pole. "What did you do that, for?", he wanted to know, as humiliated as I had intended for him to be, as other shoppers gave us both disapproving looks. I asked him: "Did you hear me that time?" He got the message, for he never gave me any more trouble after that.
Kids will test you to the limit...and sometimes a simple "time out" just doesn't work...no matter what the experts say. As I heard one frazzled, single Mom tell a CNN reporter as her three kids fought for attention between them: "Hey, they don't live in my kitchen!"
CseMgr1, ASN, RN
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My son was 7 or 8 years old, when I took him shopping with me to a local K-Mart one day. He decided to start acting like a little wise guy, climbing up one of those big poles that goes from the floor to the ceiling. I told him to stop. He didn't. After the second offense, I warned him that if he didn't mind me, I would wear him out in front of God and everybody. He got one of those "make me!" looks, as I went down an aisle, to look at some shoes. I pretended I wasn't watching...as he proceeded to climb up that pole again. I surprised the hell out of him, as I came up from behind, drew back my hand and left my handprint on the "meaty" part of his thigh. He let out an indignant wail and immediately jumped down from that pole. "What did you do that, for?", he wanted to know, as humiliated as I had intended for him to be, as other shoppers gave us both disapproving looks. I asked him: "Did you hear me that time?" He got the message, for he never gave me any more trouble after that.
Kids will test you to the limit...and sometimes a simple "time out" just doesn't work...no matter what the experts say. As I heard one frazzled, single Mom tell a CNN reporter as her three kids fought for attention between them: "Hey, they don't live in my kitchen!"