The Mama Bear in Me

I can’t stand judgmental people. Or tactless people. Or mean people and people that like chocolate covered bananas.

See, I was talking to an *acquaintance the other day, and she saw a picture of my adorable man child. She said, and I swear this is a direct quote because mothers don’t forget stuff like this, “Cade is so cute. BUT he’s so mean.”

And I said, “What?” (Did she say what I think she just said?)

And she said, “Yeah, he’s mean. He has a REAL ATTITUDE. You should work on that.”

And I said, “No, he’s not mean. And he’s TWO.” As in, really little and bi-polar and moody. That’s the very definition of the terrible two’s, ya giant bucket ‘o yuck.

Who says that? Who basically says your kid is mean and it’s your fault because you haven’t fixed it? Dude, she met him ONCE, and yes he was in a bad mood, but who cares? Who’s the adult in the situation?

And, it’s not the first time she’s said something like this. Next time she does, the MAMA BEAR in me will come out and I will RIP HER FACE OFF.

Seriously, maybe I’ll xerox a picture of my middle finger and email it to her.

And then hope she has crappy babies.

Cade’s a good boy. Anyone dare say otherwise?

*So not even going anywhere near revealing the identity of this person