Sitting in the car for several hours is not on the top 10 list of fun activities for a lot of kids. Sometimes it is just a necessity.
We were driving home and stopped at a Culver's in an attempt to delay a mutiny.
Little Dude was tired. His routine was messed up. He was out of sorts. He is 18 months old.
He threw a tantrum. LittleDude (or Scooter) is pretty skilled at tantrums. He has learned from the best.
I tried to calm him down while B got food. I sang, I danced, I jumped, I tried a game on the phone, I tried nursing, I tried a big boy chair, I tried sitting on my lap, a high chair, and the other kids tried peek a boo etc., and I had NO SUCCESS. He cried. He wailed.
There were three people sitting at a table near us and they were not thrilled with the tantrum (neither was I- thus trying to comfort him)
The lady told my 18 month old baby to shut up. Not to be quiet. Not to calm down. But to shut up. I picked my jaw up off of the floor and tried to calm down. If I said something to her--- I would have ended up in jail.
So I told B what had happened and he looked at me aghast. "Are you serious??" he asked. Yes, I said. He walked around the corner and got ready to approach her- again making sure he heard me correctly..."Really??" Yes really.
He confronted her, her rudeness knows no bounds: she was rude to Brian too. Thankfully, B is a lot more level headed than I am. He was stunned. I thought about how I could be the most offensive possible to her--- whipping out superboob and convincing Pixie to have an amuse bouche with LittleDude? Tell all of the kids to lose it and tantrum? I decided to take the high road.
She did tell B that she was a teacher and she did not want to have to listen to crying children when she was not at work. OMG- then don't go to a restaurant that caters to families at 5:30 pm. If we had our kids at a nice restaurant and there was a behavior issue that's another thing. If I was not at least attempting to comfort him- again that is another situation. I feel really badly for kids she teaches.
The tantrum wasn't even that long. Maybe 10 minutes at most. The big kids were being very polite and sitting nicely.
While we were eating (the tantrum had ended) they got up and moved to a different section; leaving a huge mess in their wake- really it was disgusting.
We finished eating and cleaned up after ourselves- like normal people- and left.
What do you do when someone says something out of line? Was she out of line? Was I out of line? Was B out of line?
Besides even when having a tantrum LittleDude (or Scooter) is really cute.