Hoodlums

Before I get to the McDonald's story I have to mention that this afternoon we were in Target and Presley points to a doormat that has Santa on it and says:

"There's Jesus!"

For the record, we go to church most Sundays, read from a children's Bible at home, and she attends a Christian Mother's Day Out. Not sure where the disconnect happened. Hmmm.

Anyway, on Sunday after church I took the kids to McDonald's since Daddy had to work. Presley was on the toddler slide when these two brothers, about 5 and 7, surround her and point their new Happy Meal Astro Boy toy at her and the older one says, "Shoot her!" and before I realize what was going on they launched their little plastic poles.

Rylan, about the same time as they were getting ready to aim, shoot, and fire, says, "That's my baby sister! Don't shoot at her!"

But they did anyway and they were ready to go for round two (by now Presley was looking more than a little uneasy) when I said, "Hey, that's my baby, and you may not shoot at her."

Let me also just mention here that these boys were looking at her with the most menacing looks and it really rubbed me the wrong way. They were literally ganging up on my little two-year-old girl.

So the older one gives me a really nasty look and says, "You're not the boss of me."

The grownup who brought this brat was not eating in the play area. I pretty much growled back, "I'm the boss when it comes to this baby, and you will NOT shoot her. If you have a problem with that you need to go talk to your parent."

A random dad sitting nearby said, "That's right!"

I stood in front of the play area the rest of the time and they just kept trying to push the envelope - they'd go right up near her to try to prove a point, daring me to say something. We left about 5 minutes later.

Stupid mean kids.