i went to the fair with nic, crystal, fox, charlie, and arisa on saturday night. we were watching fox and risa on the Ferris wheel when an -extremely- drunk woman with two small boys came stumbling over. she was stumbling around with her drink and slurring at the boys, "do yall want to ride that? -i- don't want to ride that. WHO WANTS TO RIDE WITH THEM? someone? anyone? you can have freeeee tickets to ride with them. you girls?" finally (after a little prompt from crystal), i said i would take them on the ferris wheel. cutest little boys ever.
we hopped on and i started talking to them. brothers. one 3, one 2. they were calling the woman "denise" so i assumed it was their dad's girlfriend or something? we waved at denise each time we went around. we looked at the fingernail moon. we looked at the lights. we looked at the other rides. the younger one flipped backwards in his seat to look behind us (don't worry. i had a death grip on him.) i asked him to put his back against the seat and he snapped back at me (i think in Spanish)... but i got the gist of what he was saying. "nuh-uh. i do what i want." so then i had to keep my death grip on him for the rest of the ride. even when he kicked off one of his CUTE little cowboy boots. and then i had to grip him and his shoes.
when we got off i told denise how precious they were and started to put jamie's shoes back on. she was getting frustrated that it took so long and said, "put your damn shoes.. i mean come on. let's get your shoes back on." she told me she's not their mom or step-mom or anything--just their neighbor. thank God, she added.
i was (of course) imagining having kids like that as foster kids. and how when they're 2 they've already learned habits and can talk back and want to do things their way (maybe that's all 2 year olds?) i was imagining how difficult it would be to raise kids whose parents have always let them do what they want (okay i was making a lot of assumptions. but people. what kind of parent leaves their small children at a fair with an INCREDIBLY drunk woman?)
lesson learned? don't leave your small children at a fair with an incredibly drunk woman.
also? i thought about kidnapping them, but then thought legally keeping kids is probably the way to go.
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A few years ago I talked to a lady for a long time about fostering. We were in the middle of Sam's, (turned out she knew Chelsea) and she told me that the hardest part was looking at the sweet faces of tiny little people barely old enough to talk and hearing a rush of curse words flying at you from their mouths. She said it was hard to navigate such a deep level of behavioral change when they're so young.
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