I am very angry right now. Livid, in fact.
I decided to pop into town this morning as Maidenhead town centre has a whole load of activities for the kids centered around Halloween. The first thing we saw as we reached the main drag of the High Street was a witch giving out sweeties, and shaking a bucket in aid of a local charity (People to Places, excellent charity that gives disabled people lifts to town and hospital, the person rings a number and someone comes to their door. They're all volunteers so more power to them). Chrissy thought it was hilarious to be given a sweetie by someone wearing a costume just like her witch outfit at home. Plus I got a bit of peace whilst queuing in Natwest as she was sucking on a marshmellow.
Next we took a spin round the Shopping Centre, and got accosted by a woman doing free photos. I was a bit dubious as Chrissy was a bit scrufty today, but the photographer asked me to keep her coat on, as with the hood up and the fur framing her face she looked cute as a button. We're in a competition to win a photosession and prints, so fingers crossed. The company are emailling me the photo later.
Last on our list was Sainsburys and then home for lunch.
We'd been having such a nice time in town, a little girls morning so to speak.
Shame it had to be ruined really.
We have to go under a subway as part of the walk home, and as we got to the opening of the tunnel a group of 11 year olds (I'm assuming they were as they were about the same height as my nephews) were coming in the opposite direction. I wasn't really paying attention to them to be honest-its packed outside with kids as it's half term.
One of the boys lent into Chrissy's buggy, and what I heard next shocked me.
He went into my little girl's face, and said "Well, you're a fat ugly baby then".
Now, as I've said, Mini's quite a tall girl for her age, who looks about 4, but whatever age she is there was no need or excuse for this little vermin thug doing that to my baby girl, or anyone's baby for that matter. She hadn't said or looked at him, she was too concerned with a balloon she had.
To say I let rip would be an understatement. It's lucky it was me on my own, as her Dad would probably have given him a fat lip.
He thought he was hilarious, giving me little smirks. His mates just stood there, not sure what to do.
I kept shouting at him to tell me why he'd said it, and told him he was a fat nasty child. He didn't look bothered at all.
Until his Mum came up behind him.
He'd obviously run ahead in the subway, but her shrill shriek at him was enough to make him visibly shrink.
At first when she shouted what have you done, I thought she was having a go at me!
Not at all. She let the boy have it, told him to apologise, and couldn't stop apologising to me too, when I'd said what he'd done.
And as they walked away, she was belting him round the head repeatedly as she continued to shout at him.
Luckily, Chrissy had no idea what was said to her, and didn't get upset in the slightest, but I could've cried to be honest.
To say I cannot wait until the kids are back at school would be an understatement.
Youth of today, what is your problem?
Right rant over people!