Dissed

As an update to the crabtacular post of yore, I must say that I am finally feeling better. Mr. Me has seen the error of his ways and has been very supportive of my needs for extra rest the past few days. And the Dr. doled out the good drugs, so the cold is finally being beat into submission.

Now, on to the main subject of today's post.

The Little Man and I went to the library the other day to check out the play area and see what books they had available for little guys. As we came upon the play area, the Little Man saw the play tables with puzzles, activities and a train, and the kiddies playing therein, and he started to squirm and squeal in excitement. I put him down at the entrance to the room and he burned up the rug crawling to the nearest table full of kids and toys. The kids at the table were between 2 and 6, and they looked down their little noses at my boy as he pulled his beaming little self up to the table - and they LEFT! They all just left the table en masse and went to some other activity. THE LITTLE BASTARDS DISSED MY BOY!! My poor Little Man's face was crushed, and I felt like my heart would break watching his little smile fade into confusion. I wanted to throw social caution to the winds and make the evil tykes go back! And play with my boy! Who is sweet and wonderful and the funnest person to play with ever! But then, they would have kicked me and mine out of the library, and we can't be having that just yet.

Geez. I knew that I'd be witnessing social failures and successes along the way, but he's not supposed to be branded a pariah at 11 months! Yes, yes, I know it's not fun to play with "babies" when you're a big person of 3 or 4, but they should be making exceptions for my boy!

So, the Little Man was forced to resort to playing with Mommy. Not such a bad end, as long as he's not still falling back to that when he's 30 with social problems.