When I was a young, a boy who lived up the street bit me. I went home crying and told my mother.
My mum says, "take me to the kid that bit you".
Walking up the road we see the other kid, I point him out and my mum walks over, grabs his arm and bites him back. He takes off screaming, gets his mum and a lovely little conversation pursues.
I told this story to my wife a long time ago and she thought it was a bit extreme...until today.
We take our 13 month old boy to the park and are "happy" to discover that some ignorant parent has their kids in one of those electric Barbie cars driving around the crowded park. To cut a long story short, the kids end up nearly running over me kid and hitting my wife with the car, nearly knocking her over.
So, I have seen my wife angry at me a few times,
, but she went OFF! First at the kids, (who really are not to blame as kids are kids), but at the mother who was there.
Two things stand out about the whole incident:
1. Do not ever fuck with a mother and her children. (The mother-bear analogy comes to mind here)
2. The complete lack of care that the other parent had over the whole incident. That electric car could have killed our kid and we never got a sorry or even a f'off!!
This "it's all about me" mentality really hit home today and really was the straw that broke the camels back.