Breakfast Indigestion, Anyone?

I know my name is FabGrandma, and grandma's should like little kids, but I have to tell you, the one I was in close proximity to this morning was a monster child!

FabGrandpa and I don't go out to eat very often, because we don't go to town very often, but we were at a buffet style place for breakfast this morning. The place was packed, as it was right off of I-15. There were several families there with small children, and I would have been glad to sit by any of the other families, instead of the one two tables over from us.

Just after we were seated, this family came in. Before they could even sit down, the child, who was about 5 years old, started SCREAMING at the top of his lungs. Awful, earsplitting screams. Because he wanted juice. They hadn't even been there two minutes yet. And what did the father of this child do? He DEMANDED to see the manager, because the server had not brought juice as soon as the child started screaming for it. I could not believe my ears!!!

As my breakfast wore on and my stomach tied in knots from the continued shrills from this child, the mother got up and said to the father, "I'm taking him to the car to straighten him out." I didn't mean to hear her say it, but she was so close I couldn't help it. When she got up, the child got up too, and started running around the table, trying to get away from her, screaming all the while. And the father laughed!!!

So, by this time I was finished choking down my meal, and FabGrandpa and I were leaving. I had to go to the restroom, and when I came out of the restroom, guess what I saw? There was Mom and Godzilla Jr, in the game room, with him playing games!!! No wonder he rules their world.