We are babysitting a little dude (11 years old) who is a prime candidate for Most Medicated, Therapied and Counseled child of the decade. Seriously.
He comes from good grandparents who raised a drug using idiot of a daughter. L’il C got stuck in the middle.
He’s not great with people. He won’t eat 80% of food out there. Deals with extreme anger issues and is a pretty obnoxious child.
Unless he’s here.
Here he is respectful. Thoughtful. Kind.
Because the options are obvious, clearly stated and Not Worth It.
Monday my #2 boy is antagonizing him. This is boy behavior for which he has been reprimanded. Twice.
Now fast forward to the afternoon. #2 is teasing L’il C. L’il C looses cool and throws a sword at #2. Misses the first time. Picks up the sword and throws it again. #2 experiences the mind-numbing pain of being squarely beaned in the twig and berries.
While I don’t approve of aggressive behavior in a child who doesn’t understand common courtesy… I didn’t feel particularly sorry for #2. Although I did offer an ice pack. I am all about the compassion through deeds.
Now… Wander with me into Tuesday morning. We are at a park. The boys are collecting scorpions. They are small, non-poisonous high-desert scorpions. I don’t want them at my house so the boys know this is solely a catch and release sport.
Until the boy they are playing with fills his bottle with dirt and scorpions and announces they are going home with him.
Cue L’il C… “Nooo!” he wails. “They are a living beeieinngg… We must not hurt or harm any living beeinngg.!!!” And #2, being easily moved by the most passionate voice in the area, joins in. It’s un-faiiarrrrarararararar!! (of course it’s only unfair because he doesn’t get to bring one home to fight with Madame Arachnid, the tarantula)
Ready for the Modern Thought Fail? If you haven’t gotten there already?
It’s ok to hit your friend in the cojones, to borrow a word from Mrs. Palin, but killing or hurting an insect is….