So we've taken on a ridiculous idea of adopting a puppy! He's a chocolate lab mix that we brought home from a rescue shelter. I know, aren't we awesome! Anyway, it's time to take the little guy to the local vet and get him checked out. I brought my 10 year old daughter, Anna. We walk into a nice little set up of hard wood floors and ironically church benches. It kind of reminded me of the old baptist days of being drug to the alter by my dad. That's another story though.
There were a couple of other customers with their dogs. One of these ladies was, sorry for the stereotype, a Walmart mom. You guys know what I'm talking about. She seemed to have just rolled out of bed, pushing 700 pounds and talking to her 2 little boys (probably 2 and 4) like she detested their existence. I don't mind being around this if I'm by myself, but when I have any of my kids with me, I know there's going to be an explanation moment when we get to the car. She had both of her dogs drug by their leashes and by the time she was leaving, I thought she might of slipped leashes on her boys when they were out of our line of sight! Her comment to the youngest boy was "I didn't do that to you, you did that to yourself!" This was after she pulled him by the shirt and ran him into a door! Sure enough, when we got into the car Anna quotes her to me!
We had an experience like this at the Grand Canyon this year. I thought my 14 year old boy was going to punch a Walmart mom in the face! He had to walk away from the situation. Her 2 year old boy was climbing up on the railing where he could have so easily slipped to his death. It was horrible to watch. Finally, the grandpa mosied up there and picked up little junior for the mom. When we walked away and were at a far enough distance, my kids started talking to me about it and I responded with "You can't parent like that! That mom cared more about Ding Dongs and Twinkies than being able to parent quickly!" I know, I'm terrible!