No One Messes with My Boy

Alternatively titled: I yelled at a five-year-old today.

So here's the story. We were at the waterpark today trying not to melt in the 90 degree + humidity temps we've been having (yes, I'm complaining). We also wanted to get in some of the last days of our pool membership because they close down for the season starting Monday. Unfortunately, our fabulous water baby has very recently (this week?) decided that water is something to fear. Either that or he's been overloaded with pool time and is just over it. Instead, he spends much of his time wandering around the park. With his mama right behind him.

We walked into the locker room yesterday (by we, I mean me chasing him) and he proceeded to obsess over the showers and then found a large bathroom stall and pushed the door closed and yelled "potty" on repeat. Then he was off to the snack bar and the splash pad and the water slide area and the sand pit.

Similarly today, he found his way to the sand pit and I followed like his little minion. As I sat there in a chair observing his interactions with the other kids who were 5 and 6 (the mom said before leaving the area), I noticed the girl fill up her bucket of sand with water and promptly splash the entire bucket onto Benjamin's face.

No she di'int.

And then she did it again.

OH NO SHE DI'INT.

I marched over there and told her not to throw sand or water or any combination of the two into anyone's face. Especially not a 1-year old. And then I asked her what she had to say to him.

She apologized.

And then I moved my chair closer. To watch the little vermin child who was bullying my baby.

No more offenses were made, but I made a mental note of her precious little face. You know, just in case I needed to get a baby restraining order against her.