My kid is trying out this new behavioral technique that I like to call “Seven-Year-Old Belligerence and Defiance.” Apparently, he thinks that being an uncooperative jerk to his parents and his nanny will result in him getting what he wants and stuff. Little does he know that homie don’t play dat game. Like, at all.
I’ve been away from home for, like, 36 hours and I feel like I walked into a maelstrom of bad-attitude-kid crap. Meanwhile, when I got home, I overheard the boy’s friend on speakerphone saying, “My parents are getting annoyed that whenever I call your house, you’re not available when I am.”
First of all, the Busy-Lazy family is not responsible for entertaining whiny, obnoxious brats just cuz their parents don’t want to entertain their own whiny, obnoxious brats. Secondly, the boy’s friend’s parents can kiss my unavailable ass. This is what happens when Uppityville peeps move to Uppityville-adjacent towns like ours, sheesh.
To pay penance for his bad-attitude, busy daddy and I forced the boy to have Mexican eats for dinner. That’ll show the boy who’s the boss.