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Sorry for the segmented offering. This is apparently the only way I can post the story in it's entire. You can down vote me on this if you like. I guess I've pissed off the 247 Kings or something.
I guess I was raised in a totally different era. At my house, it was: “Here is food. You will sit down and you will eat it or you will get nothing.” We ate it. Glad to get too!
Now, it’s “What does widdew diddums want to eat, sweety?” Makes me sick. It’s probably been 300 or more times now, where I’ve gone to a restaurant with from 1 to 12 kids under 12, and suffered similar dynamics of the following scenario. Kids have to go first of course, so all the mommy’s and my buttinsky wife the grandmommy, have to weigh in and read pretty much the ENITRE menu to the little stinkbutts, and ask them in a putrid sing-song voice, the phrase referred to above. To each inquiry, the answer varies between a flat “NO!”, or “I don’t like that!” even though they’ve never tried it, but know mommy can’t abide it so it must be poison. If it was left up to me: “You will get cold grits, with no cheese, and you will eat it, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!
They NEVER choose any of the offerings, tasty though they may be, and ALWAYS opt of the same fare, to whit: Fried Chicken Tenders/Nuggets, ‘n Mac ‘n Cheese/Fries. I thought we would get an adventurer once, as a mild interest was expressed in the salmon dish, but nope. Not on yer nelly.
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While this was taking place the rest of us have to suffer the indignity of having our server come over and finally take our drink order, which engenders another round of the quest for the perfect beverage the tykes will agree to swill and spill down their neck. Expect a change or seven until all are satisfied. At last, fool that I am, I THINK we’re ready to order While this is taking place, a half-hour at least if there are a half-dozen “chirren”, the rest our meal, and gesture for our friendly but frustrated waitress to saunter over with recording implements in hand. We usually incorporate further delay by either a fist-fight between siblings, or OOOPS, Rotten Ess Steven has loaded up his britches again, and this will require a trip to the “Ladies” (shrews) room of at least half the females in our group to put him to rights. I try to cover by begging for bread, but usually find out it only comes with the order, and then only if EACH order specifically allows for said addendum. Uncle Nash has been known to whip out a fiver, and pay for an extra round of grain ‘n butter just to keep the wolves of starvation at bay.
Okey Dokey, all elves are in formation, 11 orders of fused chicken parts and grease or velveeta mac have been placed along with the adult dishes. All the conversation centers around children and their various boring activities of course, of course! We’re lucky to make it through without a major deluge of kiddie beverage soaking my ribs or steak in lemonade or chocky milk. As we crash to a finish, after chasing one or more around the restaurant who have decided to meet and greet everyone on site by the speed-dating method, it’s now time to decide if anyone wants dessert. No one at first, well………………. maybe we’ll all get ONE and split it 15 ways. This of course starts 6 arguments as to what the final selection will be, and Uncle Nash finally has to take control and order one of everything and 40 garden trowels to share.
Last week when we reached this point, I glimpsed a glimmer of light at the end of the abyss, when I felt a new wetness on my left ankle. I look down and there to my surprise, was a toddler, not one of our own mind you, happily almost naked with his diaper hooked to just one leg, gurgling and urinating on my foot. Uncle Nash is now on major Jankers for conduct unbecoming, in that he did with malice aforethought, call said child a dirty stinkbutt, and used the “F” word in his diatribe, twice. On top of that, I still had to pay for all the food that mostly didn’t get eaten, and on top of THAT was dressed down by a major fat woman for scaring her child and tramautizing him for engaging in “normal” behavior.
I left the premises thinking Pharoah may have been on to something when he ordered every first born male child to be put to the sword. IMO, his Royal decree fell a bit short of the mark.
Different times indeed. If i got to go out to eat with the grown ups, i was to sit quietly, eat what was ordered for me, and be glad i got to listen to the grown ups talk about grown up stuff. Would have gotten taken to the car and met the belt if decided to make a scene or whine too much.
Now I'm not one of those stern: "Children should be seen and NOT heard" types. But, I do draw the line when their capricious whims take precedence over all else while dining out.
I like kids, but I have a different notion than do my women on how to go about training them to work through life's difficulties. What they call a "support system", I call a crutch.
I blame participation trophy's and the theory behind them
That's how I was raised, and I was also to say yes sir, no sir ,yes ma'am, no ma'am please and thank you.... Also I was NEVER EVER to reach across the table!!! I did once and my mother stabbed me with a fork when I was 16.... I was dumbfounded and the funny thing my mother didn't miss a beat she got up got another fork and kept eating
It's all about "Empowerment", of Girls to make them equal to boys, of the weak to make them equal to the strong, and the intellectually challenged to make them equal to the smart. Trouble is, there is no such thing as equality, never has been and never will be! Cue the "But, but, but, but we're all equal under the lawwwwwww", crowd. That is not now and never has been true either. What the "progressives" write that they want is equal opportunity. Bullshit. What they mostly want is equal outcome regardless of effort or merit, and indeed they REALLY want what others have WITHOUT expending the effort to gain it.
However, as they're in the ascendancy, and and as my colleague coachTnole sez: "Here. You showed up - MOST of the time, didn't contribute crap to the whole, but by lending us the light of your presence - YOU TOO will receive a trophy. YAY, now aren't we all equal and happy and isn't life all wonderful and rainbows and unicorns and pop-sickles," it's the order of the day. We dasn't leave anyone out - holy crap - they might start crying.
An earned accolade used to be worth something. Now it seems it's just another one of many of the same encomium.
I still have the MVP and Batting Championship trophies I earned for my athletic efforts, right next to my debate team awards. I don't take them out and fondle them, indeed I prolly will take an hour or so just to find them. However, they represent effort, will, training and performance that transcends feel good pedigrees and touchy feely do good awards for everybody, world without end amen.
Don't get me wrong, love my parents and believe i was raised right. Was not always seen and not heard either, had a lot fun of with my brothers, sisters, and friends growing up. Got into trouble a lot too. Just certain times and places ( church, dinner, company over, or at company's house) i was expected to be on my best behavior.
At the risk of turning political, prime example of this is the creation, and it's placement above frontline medals such as the Purple Heart, of the distinguished warfare medal. Basically what equates to a participation trophy for drone operators that could be operating in Europe. Too many "feel good" awards today, which creates a sense of entitlement instead of earning things.
Absolutely dude. Take trophies for example, they give trophies nowadays for everyone, even the losers.
You can have 7 teams in a little league football run and I guarantee you all 7 teams will get a trophy now. Even the kids who got the crap kicked out of them by the other 6 teams.
Back in the day you either busted your butt and got first place or you tried harder the next year.
when everyone gets a trophy/medal/reward it really takes the motivation out of it. We aren't helping kids/society by doing it, we are diluting the end product with "OK, that was good enough" rather than, "Here is what you can do to become great"
The poster formerly known as 31-7. Understood by few, known by many, loved by all.
Delete the first sentence, and I agree. Why would girls want to be downgraded to be equal to boys?
It's not that the girls WANTED to be down-graded, it's that they HAD to be, or the boys would all develop inferiority complexes, sulk, get mad and start knocking over lemonade stands and church bake sales.
My stance is equal opportunity for all as much as reasonably possible, and elevation on merit and accomplishment regardless of anything else. But I guess that would not be "Fair" to the less than capable among us now would it.
I ain't deletin' anything neither!
How cute. My downvote stalker is a chauvinist.
Ha, now were not sure on that. Maybe you should start posting how much better guys are than girls, and see if you get an up vote...
Looks like loyalty to one's gender to me!
At least I don't see any Stone-Cold Principessas on the horizon - yet.
For those of you who haven't opened your book. This is what is known as
Children, children. Stop fighting.
I evened you out, just because I am in an overly generous mood today.
And because you have a really cute baby.
Gee shucks. Honestly, that's not why I whine about downvotes. I only mention it when I'm so confounded as to why a particular post got one. In this case, either I really do have a stalker or someone missed the
Laura I think we found your stalker
There are some ugly babies out there bro. Really ugly babies.
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