Boundaries

I was going to titled this post, "My New Car ." But ahh just a joke. I still drive my Chevy that I have for a few years. You will know why I changed my mind and titled this post, "Boundaries," in just a moment. After church we went to the Chili cook off and Car show in Simi Valley. It was fun and the boys loved looking at all the cars. Scott of-course dreamed of the day he can get a 67 Chevelle. Or at-least the day he can work on his 72 Chevy pick up again (it's back in Missouri right now).

The chili cook off was ok. We tried quite a few chilis but honestly, I still like mine the best. I think if we still live here next year, I will enter the contest. Scott even agreed that mine is much better! :)
Ok, onto Boundaries. So the kids didn't want to eat chili so we bought them a hamburger. Harrison and William were sitting next to me eating their burger and Scott decided to get up to get some ice cream. Well Harrison started whining a little bit and wanted his daddy. So 2 seconds later I am moving over closer to him but this woman comes up and starts comforting him. I told her, "It's okay, I'm his mom." Her response, "but he wants his daddy." She goes on to say it is ok because she is a nurse and she loves nurturing little kids. It would be okay if she kept her hands off of him instead of touching his face and head over and over again. Germ fest. So as if that isn't bad enough, it gets much worse. Both boys are still eating and William has some ketchup on his face. She licks her finger and rubs it off of his face!!!!!! Ugh! Some strangers saliva on my child's face. Gross! I really hope I don't sound bad but I really don't like some complete stranger licking their finger and rubbing it on my kids face. I don't even do that.

Oh and she didn't even get to see what Harrison really acts like if he really wants something...

This is what happens when brother doesn't share his ice cream- throw yourself on the ground and try to knock your brother's feet out from underneath him.