I just don’t get some people.
A while back, I told you about E’s kissing buddy at school. For the sake of this story, we’ll call him Peter since one of their favorite things to play is Peter Pan. Some days E’s Wendy. Some days she’s Tink (I have mixed feelings on both so I’m not sure which I prefer) but her buddy is always Peter.
Well, to save you the hassle of clicking over to my previous blog on this topic, here’s the rundown: E and this kid are inseparable. They walk around school hand-in-hand ALL.DAY.LONG. Wherever E goes, Peter is not far behind. Apparently he lets her boss him around all day. Poor kid. He’s actually a very sweet little boy.
Well for awhile, they were smooching all over the place. At first it was just little pecks on the cheek, but then I must have accidentally let her watch
Dirty Dancing “Glee” one night or something because they progressed to some mouth-on-mouth action. At that point, the teachers shut down the kissing games.
For awhile things seemed to simmer, but then there was The Wedding. No, not the Royal Wedding, although I think E’s Carter’s dress was just as lovely as Kate’s McQueen gown. No, this was on the playground and like Wills, Peter gave E a ring but didn’t put one on himself. Where did this trend come from. (An aside, if you’ll indulge me. I was so proud of her. She called off the marriage later that day, but kept the ring. Good girl.)
I tell you all this because like me, your natural reaction is probably, “Oh that’s a little creepy. Cute but creepy. But clearly not the worst thing in the world two 3-year-olds could be doing.”
Peter’s parents, on the other hand, see NO humor in the situation. In fact, the whole thing has made them downright hostile toward us.
Peter’s dad and I tend to pick up our kids at about the same time every day. A few months ago, when the kids’ love affair was just starting to blossom, he would say hello to me like all the other parents and we even joked about the kids’ obvious BFF behavior.
But then after the Big Talking To, things changed. He and his wife stopped saying hello and seemed to rush out of the room whenever I was in it.
At first I thought I was imagining things, and frankly I have better things to do than to worry if a set of parents, whom I would probably never socialize with anyway, like me or not. Clearly I’m too busy ruining the teachers’ surprise or dealing with lost tuition checks to dabble with such melodramas.
But now they’ve been rude to my kid, and it’s ON.
E. and I were at the grocery store this weekend and we saw their whole family there. The first couple times I saw them, they legitimately may not have seen us. But once E. saw Peter she kept saying, “Lets go say hi. Why can’t we go say hi?”
To be honest, Peter’s parents seemed to be having one of those days where they may not have been getting along so well (you know we’ve all been there ourselves). This is why DadJovi and I can never go to the grocery store together — it doesn’t end well.
I thought I saw them leaving the store so I told E. that we’d just see him at school the next day.
But then, as we reached the front of the check-out line and I was paying, they walked right in front of us. E. suddenly yells out “Peter!” He saw here and leaned around his stroller (they had just passed by us) to say hello. The parents, though, kept their eyes straight ahead. Not even a glance at me.
Again, I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but then I saw the dad shush Peter and tell him to turn around. C’mon, you’re going to try and make your 3 year old snub my 3 year old? That’s BS.
And again, the next day at school, I got a big fat snub from them again.
What gives? Are kissing 3-year-olds really that offensive? Do they think my daughter is a harlot or something?
What should I do? Do I say something? I’d prefer not to, but I’m afraid that we’re going to be in school with them for the next 15 years. And I’d rather deal with things sooner rather than later.
And Peter is E’s absolute favorite friend at school. They should be having playdates, not treated as star-crossed lovers. We all know how those stories end.