Me and the kid, in a bookstore. Enter German Mother, aged +/- 35, looks like a real bitch. In retrospect. She is pushing her kid, aged +/- 4, in a shopping cart with a car attached to the front. Something she apparently hijacked from a nearby supermarket. She stops to look at some books (most likely yoga/Pilates/Botox For Beginners), which my kid takes as her chance to try to join the other kid in the shopping cart with a car attached to the front. I pull Harper away and she pushes her kid off, telling him: See? That girl was envious of your car. She was envious of you.
And me, in my mind: Really, lady? Really? That’s what you want to teach your kid?
And then it occurred to me, so crystal clear: This is where our future assholes are born. In that bookstore, on the playground … Parents everywhere around here are encouraging their kids NOT to share their stupid plastic toys in the sandbox (It would be OK if she [she being Harper, the kid who can say butter, Lilly and ball] would have asked, but just to TAKE something [that was laying on the ground, not being used] no no…), letting them swing around their shovels made of steel, sharp edges and all.
And to think I’ve always wondered where all the assholes come from. I’m sitting on the source, people!
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