In this life I am a woman. In the next life, I'd like to come back as a bear.
When you are a bear, you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute and cuddly cubs. I could definately deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean buisness. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.YUP! Gonna be a bear.
Today....mama bear emerged.
I let the boys head over to the park while I spent some of the afternoon weeding and cleaning up the front yard.
A couple of neighbor kids were over there as well. Within a few minutes Dallin comes running home just hysterical because one of the boys said that Landon was an ugly little boy. Dallin is very sensitive and protective of his brothers. I calmed him down and told him that what he heard was just silly and not true. Of course inside I was a little offended...come on, seriously...kids don't get much cuter then my little Landon. (In my HUMBLE opinion)
I told Dallin to go back to the park and ask the kids to please be nice and not call other people names. I watched my very determined Dallin march back to the park ready to deal with the situation. I watched as Dallin recited all of the things I told him when all of a sudden one of the kids SHOVES Dallin to the ground and yells "You are ugly and your ears stick out!" right in his face. Dallin starts sobbing again.
THAT WAS IT! Nerve definitely struck.
The garden gloves were taken off and slammed onto the ground. I came trucking over there...blood boiling. Literally, I was shaking. "DO NOT.....I repeat.....DO NOT TOUCH my children or call them names. If you CAN'T be nice at the park then you better get your butt home....NOW...And I WILL be having some words with your mother."
Both kids left.
So.....yeah. I got all up in some 6 year old faces today...and I don't feel bad about it one bit. Grrr!