Going on that assumption (and if I am wrong you can completely ignore me ) he obviously hasn’t learned to control him own emotions. He also is being completely ignored by his mother so he gets his attention from anyone, in any form he can. How sad.

Give that kid a little love, positive attention, and focus and I bet he would be charming after awhile. So while his behavior is terrible perhaps calling him the boy and calling his Mom names would be better served.

These kind of kids grow up, after being called a trouble-maker for years, and they live up to the name after awhile. And all the time it’s usually much more the fault of his home life.

Seriously though, speaking as somebody who was a truly vile kid, hyper active (I think they call it adhd now) and a complete looner – tantrums, bashing own head on floor the works – and who grew up in a family of teachers I would immediately assume there are problems at home. Not because of the child’s behaviour per-se but because the mother clearly regards it as normal. Just thinking of my poor mother who was a prisoner in her own home for about 3 years because she understood that my behaviour was completely antisocial and was too embarrassed to take me anywhere.

What’s more, can you believe the woman has so little spine (or brain, or self respect… or possibly all three) that she is prepared to allow her son out in that kind of t-shirt when he is already a little thug! Gender stereotyping sucks at any level and any gender!

Just think, that must mean the men in her house sit around at home going on about how superior they are to the women and she must just sit there and agree! Aaargh! It smacks of projection – in this case, the father’s worries about his sexuality manifesting themselves through the T shirt! He’s probably one of these blokes who’s psychotically macho because deep down, he’s worried he’s gay… I don’t want my son to be gay because I’m scared I might be so if I make him wear this crap t shirt he’ll grow up knowing he’s a MAN (wrong he’ll grow up fucked up….).

Kind of makes you wonder what the father is like… or if he’s there, no? People are nearly always fucked up for a reason, even when they’re kids.

Oh dear, the imagination’s really gone into overdrive now! I have an image of the father being one of those blokes who overcompensates for his feared gayness by being psychotically macho, I can see him now with Dave tattoed backwards across his forehead enjoying the popular Saturday night hobby of glassing people who have “spilled his pint” in the pub…. arriving home, stitched back together, on Sunday morning and saying “shaaaat it” when dumb trophy wife asks where he’s been.

Actually, except for the bit about people being fucked up for a reason this is all lies but hopefully, it’ll give you something to chuckle to yourself about next time you see the little bleeder.

Cheers

BC

I went to see Ratatoille this weekend and there were two little three or four year old twin girls (just because a film is a cartoon means it is appropriate for all little ones, but that is another story.) They were both sick with colds and one little girl sat up kneeling on her chair, leaning on the seat back in front of her and kept coughing on the back of the head of the woman in front of her. The mum didn’t do anything until halfway through when the kids were too bored and restless and she finally left.