Bet you didn't know this was a growing epidemic? Well believe me, it is.
What? Don't you trust me?
Why just today a male walked into our local Starbucks, looked at me and screeched at the top of his lungs.
"BANG. I'm going to shoot your head off!"
So what if he's only four and happens to be related to me. Mere details. It was still traumatizing. Can you say PTSD?
all started months ago. My oldest son is a Transformers Afficionado.
Mind you he's never seen either of the movies, but he can tell you (in
great detail), who's who, what they turn into and if they're an Autobot
(the good guys) or a Decepticon (bad guys). Thank you very much
It just so happens that Pond Boy is idolized by his
little brother. When he went through his Indiana Jones phase, the
Little Stinker could be seen using any belt, hose or yarn as his own
"whip." That was fun. Especially when he used it on the neighbor
kid. We've been blacklisted from playdates ever since.
Boy transitioned into Star Wars, his little brother joined in -- the
only two year old who could hum the Theme Song unprompted (usually in
Church or at a meeting or some other totally inappropriate place.) He
could also wield a light saber with amazing speed. Once again, social engagements were inexplicably canceled.
new Transformers stage is no exception to this trend. My four year old
is equally obsessed with all things Megatron, Optimus Prime, BumbleBee
and all their friends. And let me tell you, they have a lot of
So when we had to run some errands today, it seems
quite reasonable to bring one of the toys with us. It would keep him
occupied and quiet.
It was a good theory.
started out fine. He made it through the grocery store without
incident. Even when we were in Starbucks, he sat quietly, downing his
hot cocoa. But once the treat was gone, all bets were off.
Those creative juices started flowing and soon he was recreating one of his favorite scenes. Pointing his Transformer at me he said I was a bad guy.
And then it happened. As all was quiet around us, my little angel stood up on his chair, looked me square in the eyes and told me I was a goner. He not only said it, he included hand gestures. Oh yeah, and the loud voice. The stop-everyone-dead-in-their-tracks kind.
So as all the nice people around us stared in horror, I slowly picked up my little delinquent, smiled and made my way to the door. Guess we can add yet another place to our list of banned venues.