Baaaad Mommy
Mr. C was so excited to be near other little cousins that he happily turned into a hooligan, ecstatically pushing kids to the ground and throwing things at them. The fact that he was the youngest and smallest of all the cousins did not deter him, as he whined and bullied his way through the week. For such a cute little guy, he had his moments of being a real jerk.
Why couldn't he be as well-behaved as he is (occasionally) at home? There's something about being around others that seems to bring out his stubborn and sullen streak, making him act out and pretend that he just doesn't give a shit. Of course, I really can't complain, since he totally gets it from me.
Case in point: I looked like a totally uncaring parent all week. Naturally, I must blame everyone else for this, rather than accept responsibility. But I think it's valid for me to blame everyone else because it's their fault that they're not as laid back as am I. So, while I waited 10 seconds before telling Mr. C to stop chasing the cat with the butcher's knife, everyone else only waited 8 seconds. And, as Mr. C contentedly smashed his peas into the Persian rug, I took that as the perfect opportunity to finish my dinner in relative peace; everyone else spent the entire dinner hour encouraging him to 'open his mouth for the choo-choo!'. And while I didn't immediately freak out because -- come on! -- at least he was no longer holding the butter knife, too, everyone else screamed at him for playing with the electrical outlet.
So, since everyone else was faster to correct Mr. C than was I, I got doubly sullen and stubborn and probably corrected him even less than I would have at home, just to prove a point. What that point is, I have no idea.
I at least had the good sense to feel guilty about our joint misbehavior . . . I was just too obstinate to admit it to everyone else.
Doesn't matter, anyway, since it's all their fault.
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