I am grumpy because it's Christmas, but in trying to keep with the spirit we attended a neighbor's holiday family get together---briefly.
Of course we had to watch the neighbor kids open gifts because we have terrible timing.
One of the neighbor girls recieved an American Girl doll (puke!) named "Emily" and Old Baby, wanting to be a part of the merriment, speaks up and says "I have an American Girl doll and her name is Sarah!", because her doll does look just like an American Girl doll and her doll's name IS Sarah...as are all of her dolls...
At this point the grandmother of the neighbor girl says "There ARE NO American Girl dolls named Sarah!" in a tone of voice that was totally inappropriate for use with anyone in a social setting, especially a 5-year-old. In that one small remark, this woman essentially called my child a liar, called her doll a fake, and, absurd as it may seem, made me want to cry. Old Baby didn't cry, but she looked really confused and then went and stood in the kitchen.
Merry fucking Christmas, Lady!
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You know...these are the moments that stick with you for your whole life. I wish more grown ups remembered what it is like to be a kid. Hell, I wish more grown ups remembered what it was like to be human. Since it isn't Christmas anymore, I don't feel guilty for wishing that someone slips and falls on the ice soon... Give Paige a big hug from her YaYa.
Kindness to children on Christmas- what a revolutionary idea!
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