shock and awe

i have dubbed friday night "pizza night" mostly because i love love love pizza but also because i like the thought of not having to worry about what's for dinner one night of the week. or more specifically not feel bad about the fact that i am not making dinner for michael - and myself - one night of the week because its a given that we are having pizza.

anyway, tonight we went to one of our 2 favorite places for pizza out here - enrico's. we get there at 5 because there's no line and we can get in and get out quickly. practically no one is there when we show up but it gradually fills up and a younger couple shows up and michael points out "oh look, another baby." so i turn and look. cute. then they are forgotten. so, off we go to the "potty" when miss B tells me - tinkle coming.

despite it being a false alarm, the first public potty experience wasn't too terrible. it was clean in there and just a big room with a toilet. i bought a DORA the EXPLORA - i'm sorry but i have to say this with a boston accent, much like my brother-in-law says "meet the fuckers", its just the way it should be - little seat to put on other seats when we are not at home so bridget is all jazzed up to use the dora seat. the only reason that i am getting into this detail is for you first-timers out there like me who don't completely think things like this through and forget that after you use the little dora seat and protect your little babies heiney from the filthy toilet seat germs out there, you have to put this cute little potty seat back in your diaper bag where all the filthy little germs on the underside of it will infest all of your toys, bottles, etc. the visit took an extra 5 minutes while i scrubbed it clean, wiped it dry and did my best to keep bridget's head out of the toilet and trash can.

back to the table, by the cute little boy who now sees us coming. bridget is walking first and of course slows to examine another of her kind in the wild. the little boy has a fork in his hand and points it out towards her. i say "whoa" and kind of gently push her along, waiting for either parent to tell the kid to get the fork out of her face. the boy follows her face with the fork as we go by and the dad grabs the kid by the shoulders and says "good boy! good boy!" i think that it is very strange but chalk it up to some "girls are bad, that's right little buddy" humor. i'm pretty shocked by the whole transaction, mostly the absolute lack of a reaction from the kid's parents, and i tell michael the story when i sit down. and then they are forgotten again.

until we leave. michael and andrew leave first, then someone else cuts in between us and bridget is walking ahead of me. i can see the kid waving the fork at everyone as they pass and the dad is saying "good boy!" every time so i am ready. bridget is up and i put my hand out to block the fork that is heading towards her face and i say "oh, we know about you guys!" as we pass by. ha ha. you're weird. see you f'ing later freaks. and after we are by, the kid's father says - "well, you better watch out!"

what?! i am so pissed and PISSED that i want to tell everyone in line about the animal at the first table. i am so PISSED that i would have completely supported michael fighting this little piece of crap. mind you (there it is again), i hate it when michael gets mad and honks at people in the car because i am afraid that some sort of road rage fight will ensue. i am so PISSED that i want to fight this little piece of crap myself.

i still can't even believe that it happened it was so shocking to me. i don't know if i am overreacting but i'm pretty sure i'm not. i really don't care when i see people and their crazy kids running around. i mostly just watch them and thank god that they are not mine. it was so strange. i am mostly upset because this happened in our small town and i can't help but think that my kids will go to school with their kid and how can that kid grow up and be a nice kid with encouragement like that. i am worried about any nice kid who comes into contact with that kid. it was sad. how can that kid grow up and be normal? he doesn't stand much of a chance with a small little meanie like that for a father.