Today was difficult for the whole posse. It was back in the saddle again, and we had a few adventures to complete this morning. Nobody wanted to, we all wanted to stay in bed, play with my little ponies or climb as high as we could on the toilet seat, desk or coffee table. Guess which posse member went with which desire...
We eventually made it out the door and we experienced a beautiful and gorgeous breeze that has been absent for TOO LONG. We trekked all the way to Canal Street for the baby's Parenting Magazine Dec. Cover go-see (they ended up photographing all of us...which I knew might happen, so we tried to be cute), and then took a little walk through Soho to the Parent & Child Cover go-see for the big girl and me.
Parent & Child is a publication of Scholastic, so their office buildings have a really great Scholastic bookstore on the ground floor. We took a short ride in a Clifford riding thingy, and then headed into the store. There was an employee sitting towards the center reading a few books for story time. I always love it when I happen upon things like this. I plopped the baby down to see if she might engage, but of course she wouldn't, so the three of us played at the train-station table nearby and listened to the story. Here's where it gets good.
First the set up: A woman with a double stroller (who seemed very friendly) was seated about 4 feet away from the reader, and there was a little boy on the floor on either side of the stroller. A woman came in (late) and with a loud voice and a rude tone commanded the woman with the stroller to move aside so that her daughter could sit down. I gave her a look that said: "Are you kidding me?" I went back to my own kids, and then the fight began. I heard loud voices of a nanny, this mom, and the lady with the double stroller, and I heard things like this: She has two kids, she cannot take them out of the stroller, I was here first, You are blocking the way, My kids can't see, You are Hogging (yes they used the word hogging) the story time space. The man reading to the kids made one nice comment like: "Could you settle this so that the kids can hear the story?", but it continued.
I made one impulse move near the fueding rude mom and nanny to see if I could try to smooth it over, but I decided not to get involved because it was too childish. Then the manager came over and walked right up to the three adults fighting and said something like this: "You are worse then the children. Story time is over." Sweet. I had a smile on my face because it really was one of the most interesting things I had ever seen. I know I make parenting mistakes, but to fight in front of your child like that and essentially get kicked out of the store is a low in parenting.
The best part is that the fighting continued after it was broken up by the manager. I heard: I'm her mother; well I'm a grandma; you are being so rude; etc. I seriously thought it was going to turn physical at one point. My perspective: it was entirely the fault of the rude latecomer mom, and the sad thing is, she probably has no idea. Luckily my kids were unaware of the entire situation, and I wished I could have witnessed it in more detail, but I was trying to be a good mom and pay my kids a little attention. And I was watching them to see if they became aware of what was going on, if they had, I would have moved to a different section of the store of left completely. It certainly got exciting for a minute there.