I was at a Wendy's recently, and in some instances, if I'm eating or listening to someone try and talk or tell me something important, which I was listening to a family member of mine while eating, my mind drifts off, and I start paying more attention to the things around me. I think they have a term for such people. They are usually diagnosed as having A.D.H.D. As my mind drifted off, I happened to be within earshot of the couple sitting a few feet from us, and their kids, two little, wee girls, I mean this to convey their ages, and a boy, around 5 or 6. The father, or, how I saw it, the kid-parent, was trying to make the boy mind. I noticed he had chili to eat and a few fries, and his teenaged father was pleading with him, "Eat your chili." And of course when he wasn't eating, he was playing with his younger, but not the youngest of the sisters. He chased her around and what not; what little kids are best known for, playing and running a muck. While this went on, the father continued to have to sit his son down and give him the spoon in order to finish his meal. "Eat your chili! C'mon, do you want it to get cold!?"
Juggling these events and what my mom was talking about, I couldn't help, but smile, and before I knew it, it was with this that I just burst out in laughter. The son publicly defying the young father and his inattentive mother who I believe was more interested in her cell phone. That's usually how it is with this young parents these days. Whatever's on that cell phone is vastly more important then keeping your kids at the table, and from trying to climb all over the place. Grabbing the receipt, and mind you, the son was 5 or 6, in that kindergarten age, but unaware of addition and subtraction, or for that matter, what money amounts to and what's the worth of certain items, the kid grabs the check, looks at the total probably being the biggest highlighted numbers on the slip of paper and read off the price. Then he says, and was what kept me in stitches, "You paid 25.46 for all this?!" as if that was a rip-off for a family of five, as though he were having to split the bill, as if he even knew what that meant.
It was the way he said it. Disappointed. Enraged that his father made so much to keep them fed, and this was what he spent his money on. Burgers and fries, and 25 dollars and 46 cents worth of Wendys. This is what you got for this!? I would've knocked him out, any parent who disliked sass and a little being like this telling them what's what would've bludgeoned that boy if someone would not have stepped forward and turned them in. What's with that? I'll turn you in. To whom? Do you really have social services on speed dial like that? What is this shit, more of that oversensitive cock mockery because someone took a Lifetime Television movie too seriously on child abuse that a little swat on the behind means call social services? Those same cowards who would rather text or tweet about unimportant shit on the Internet then actually observe the interaction between father and son. There's the dead giveaway. How was the swat, spanking intended? For one to mind, or to intentionally hurt? A bad, steer clear of the waters-type judgment call. And as far as most people tend to observe things, they're better to keep their mouths shut on how someone raises their kids. Let's say this, if that belt snakes its way out of its loop-restraints around that father's waist, there's your motion to call. A defenseless kid is getting slammed against the counter and slapped repeatedly, there's another call. A father flicks his kid in the back of the ear, the kid recoils, "owww" kicks him in the shin, the father mock-boxes with his little shit kicker kid, restraining his arms back in a wrestling lock that's just playing around and not rough at all. Probably not the best scenario to intervene. Let's face it, probably wasn't the best scenario to go with in trying to prove a point.
