This evening the hubs had a dinner out with friends. I decided to make things easiest (ha!) on me, I would take our little 2.5 year old, DB, to Chick-fil-a for dinner and some playtime in the kids area. I should've known better after I picked him up from daycare and was informed he had just hit a little girl. I made him apologize and talked to him about not hitting other people (especially girls) and decided to carry on with the evening's plans.
Fast forward to dinner. He has his kids meal and I have my salad. We settle in to our both and begin to eat. He eats two nuggets and half of his fruit cup and then it's off to the play area. That is fine with me because I am sitting right by the play area and I can eat my salad while keeping an eye on him. He plays happily until I notice him clustered up with two other little boys. I peeked my head in and he reported that a little boy who looked to be around his age had hit him. I told him to play with other children and not to hit back. I get back to my salad and within a few minutes I notice a traffic jam in the crawl through tunnel. It's DB and two other boys. DB is whacking this poor kid on the head repeatedly and the kid is wailing.
I try to encourage both my son to stop and tell the little boy to get away so he won't be hit anymore. I have to crawl up the play structure (I'm sure that was a sight!) and then DB went down the slide and I met him down there.
I grabbed him up, grabbed his shoes and announced that we were leaving. Our dinner is half-eaten at this point so I go to pack it up. He is screaming to go back and play, flailing and acting a plum fool. I have to use one arm to hold him and pack up the food with the other. I had the fleeting thought to just leave it all on the table but I was still hungry and I don't want to waste food. He slides down in my lap and bonks his eye on the table, causing louder wails. At this point I just wanted to hide under the table myself. We finally make it out into the parking lot, where he slaps me in the head while I try to strap him in the car seat. Oh yeah, his shoes never made it back on so I had thrown those in my purse.
The best part of all? My former boss was sitting with her family in the both behind us. She hadn't seen me in five years and this was her first time meeting my son. Not the best impression!
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