I took Cheech to a local toy store on a chilly afternoon last week to get some indoor play time away from home. We were minding our own business, playing with the choo choos, when and older kid (probably about 3 or 4) walks towards us with her shiny hot pink scooter with purple tassels. As much as I've tried limiting pink in her life because I wholeheartedly believe that girls should have more options in this world, I swear, the kid is attracted to the color like flies on shit.
She starts moving toward scooter girl with the biggest grin on her face and before she can get even two feet away from her, scooter girl ferociously shouts at her, "No, my cooter!" I stood there stunned, partly because I was amazed by that funny word that came out of her mouth, but mostly because her smug dad did NOTHING while his kid acted like a such a brat. Now that I'm a parent, I come across these types of kids and those types of parents all the time. It amazes me, really.
Cheech inches a little closer, and scooter girl, again, shouts, "NO, MY COOTER!". So I let out the biggest belly laugh. And it felt good to laugh at the little jerk and her big jerk dad. I leaned down, took Cheech's hand, and as we walked away I said, "Come on, Cheech... you've got your own cooter, too."