Teaching Moments.

I realize that I have no ground to be giving parenting advice to anyone, being as I have no kids and don't intend to have any. I realized a long time ago that I wouldn't be a good mom and you can judge me for that if you want to....but at least give me props for realizing that before (and not after) I had kids. Anyhow, I witnessed some shit at Walmart today and instantly realized what's wrong with the world...so I'm gonna climb on my soap box. Look out!

Now, I'm gonna give you some details to set the scene properly for you:

They are paving/sealing/doing some kinda shit to the parking lot at Walmart so all the vehicles are crammed into the left half of it, which is already a clusterfuck.

As I'm leaving, there is a Walmart associate gathering carts with the little machine pusher thing, and this guy has a prosthetic arm. Not a fancy new age functioning one, but dude is totally rocking the hook on the end. And while he's managing to do his job despite his disability, he's definitely blocking half of a lane that they really ain't got to spare right now.

And also there is a massive white Chevrolet dually parked half assed in the handicap spot on the other side of me. There is traffic everywhere, coming from all directions.

Of course, I don't drive a small vehicle so I squeeze between the two aforementioned obstacles and proceed to wait. I also don't drive a fast vehicle so I can't just zip out into oncoming shit. I've gotta wait for my a big ass slow opportunity, for my big ass slow navigator to get out. Gotta swing wide.

The cars just keep coming and coming and I keep waiting and waiting...and I'm aggravated with the whole situation.

Then, finally, I see my golden opportunity and prepare to pull out and here comes this older dude, that throughout this story, I'll call "Pepop". Pepop comes walking out into the pedestrian crossing area, with about 25 bags in one hand and a 5 year old boy holding on to the other. I mean, judging by the way he acted and the fact that he still had the back straps on his flip flops, he might have a been a big ass 2 year old....but the boy, who for good reason I'll call "Lil Sumbitch" throughout this story, appeared to be at least 5.

I'm grumbling and shit, but I realize that I can still make it out after them as long as they kept the pace, so I'm patiently hanging tight when I see this Lil Sumbitch jerk his hand in an attempt to break free from Pepop. Pepop holds tight and tells him to quit...then I saw it in​ his face, the Lil Sumbitch was about to have a tantrum.

He jerked his hand again, failed to break free again, so he dropped his ass down in the middle of the pedestrian crossing area, in the fuckin' ROAD, blocking all traffic, and starts squalling. Pepop bends down and says something to him and the Lil Sumbitch replies "No". Pepop tries to pick him up by the hand he's still holding on to, and he of course keeps his legs raised up and refuses to stand. Pepop says something else to him, and the Lil Sumbitch screams "NO!" back this time, and proceeds to KICK the SHIT outta Pepop's leg.

I chuckle at this point like, oh boyyyy...this Lil Sumbitch has done it now! He's about to get the shit knocked outta him and I get to watch!...but no no, I was wrong.

Pepop sat his bags down in the road, picked that Lil Sumbitch up, struggled to keep ahold of him as he kicked and flailed and screamed, managed pick back up all of his 25 bags with one hand, and strolls out of the middle of the road so traffic could begin to move again, just like that Lil Sumbitch hadn't just acted a damn fool. Pepop totally missed a golden teaching moment.

And honestly, that boy probably acts like that because he's never had the shit knocked out of him before. And he probably never will have the shit knocked outta him until he hits about middle school and acts like an asshole to wrong country boy with manners and gets his ass beat the hell up.

And he's probably never gonna make any friends either, because nobody wants to be friends with a jackass.

And then he's gonna end up with low self esteem.

And then something else is gonna go wrong because life ain't always bufferflies and rainbows and glitter bombs and shit, and he's not gonna know how to cope when it does.

And then he's gonna spiral further and further out of control and before ya know it, he's gonna stop wearing deodorant and start smoking meth because he's butt hurt about life...and you know what?

...that ain't gonna be his fault.

It's gonna be Pepop's fault for not teaching him the proper lessons about life that he needs to function as an adult. He's gonna spend his whole life in flip flops throwing fits in parking lots...and it all could have all be derailed today, while he's 5 (or a big ass 2), if Pepop would have tore that ass up in front the whole traffic jam.

I'm just saying people, stop raising your kids like life is gonna baby them because it fuckin' ain't.

It's gonna knock the shit out of them, it's gonna tear their asses up.

The least you can do is properly prepare them, and equip them with the balls they need to endure it.