|W. C. Fields with his 'dining partner'|
Like W. C. Fields, I have a reputation for hating kids. Also, like W. C. Fields, he didn't really hate kids per se. What he didn't like was a bratty kid. Same here, I don't like an undisciplined, spoiled brat of a kid.
W. C. Fields relished his reputation but those who knew him in real life knew that he had a soft spot for kids and kids really did love him.
What I really don't like are those parents who take their kids out in public like restaurants and let them run wild. I've eaten in more than one Cracker Barrel restaurant and had to endure more than a few kids whining and screaming for attention and running around the tables playing tag while their parents sat blithely unaware and/or uncaring.
|"Somebody lose a child?"|
Yesterday, I met one of my blogger friends. He is a regular reader of my blog postings and has read more than one blog where I mentioned how I hated to eat at restaurant with screaming kids. Thus, he was somewhat concerned when he visited me that he would upset me by bringing two of his kids along. He didn't have a baby-sitter for them for he had no other choice. He promised me that he would bring the two 'best behaved' ones.
|Bill and Mark yesterday at our former home in Pennsylvania|
We met at my former home in Pennsylvania situated on 6.875 acres of open wooded land. He brought his six year old twin sons, Jacob and Joshua. Well, what happens when you have two, healthy six year old boys who live in the city (Harrisburg) on a small lot to an open area in the country on almost seven acres of land? They are going to take off running a screaming, chasing each other. As soon as they started to do this Mark (my blogger friend) told them to stop. I told him "Oh no, let them go! They're two little boys having fun." You see, I don't have a problem with kids being kids. In fact, I find enjoyment in being around and watching young children having fun. Running, laughing and enjoying their young years because all too soon they grow up into their teenage years and those carefree, joyful days of the innocence of youth disappears.
I know what it's like. I used to be six years old too. I had two younger brothers and we used to have run around and have fun. Of course we were well disciplined. Whenever we were in public we dared not cause a ruckus or else we would have to get The Look from our mother. And even worse, if we misbehaved (like fighting) we had to face POP. We faced POP (our father) a few times and believe me, it wasn't a pleasant experience.
Both of my brothers had children. I am an uncle to four nieces and one nephew. All of my nieces and one nephew were well behaved and they liked their Uncle Ronnie (I think) and I liked them. When they were young I always got them Christmas gifts.
|Bill being attacked by my nieces Christmas 1976|
|Bill's friend and 7 of his now 10 children|
When I agreed to meet Mark yesterday I wasn't sure if I should tell Bill. I didn't know how he would react. Bill is a very private person. I wasn't going to tell Bill that Mark was going to 'drop by' but Mark said that wouldn't be fair to Bill. So I told Bill that a friend may drop by while we were visiting our old property. Bill said "Okay". He didn't seem concerned about it so I said no more.
Bill likes to wander around our old property when we visit it. I planned to stay with Mark and the kids. Guess what happened? Those kids took to Bill like fleas on a dog. I should be jealous.
So I am here to set the record straight...I don't hate kids. What I don't like is those parents who raise who are rude, undisciplined and disrespectful to adults and other children.
Yesterday was a joy meeting Mark's two adorable six year old twins. I hope those twins realize what a good dad they have in Mark.
|Me getting a BIG HUG! from Joshua Himes|
A note about the picture above; Mark sent me that picture. As Mark was leaving he told his kids "Big hug!" I was getting ready to take a picture of Mark and his kids leaving in his van when this little ball of energy attempted to tackle me by the legs. Joshua was giving me a BIG HUG the best he could, given that I was a little bit taller than him. This is the first picture I have of me being hugged by a kid. History was made yesterday.
|Me and my brother Isaac, 1947|
YES, I was six years old once too