Most people under 40 do not know who Emily Post is- nor do they care. Remember, I am ritzy Helene and if there is one thing I know, it is manners, etiquette and proper behavior. I am not saying I abide by all the rules, I just know what they are.
Years ago, Emily Post was the ultimate guide for those who needed guidance. Her books were common sense and old school rules for civility. Times have changed but the general information and accountability for your own actions is still valid. I try to instill these basic lessons in behaving nicely to my children, lest they become hellions and embarrass me in public.
This morning, I schlepped all four kids to First Watch for breakfast. They were up early and Mommie needed coffee and a reason to get dressed and out of the house. As we sat in the restaurant, I detected the evil stares from people without children.
I know that look. It is the stink eye that says, "Your kids better not disturb us." Eating out with four kids by myself works for me. I seem to micro-manage the situation by ordering quickly, offering a quiet activity and engaging the kids in a conversation until the food arrives. As we waited for our meal at First Watch, my children sat like angels and I was not at all ashamed of their behavior, in fact, I was a proud parent.
The table directly across from us was not as lucky. There was a four or five year old girl reeking all kinds of havoc under the neglectful watch of her two parents. They seemed oblivious to their disruptive child who was whining, throwing sugar packets, spitting, banging her silverware like drumsticks, and annoying the piss out of everyone in the place. The stink eye from every single patron there did not do a damn thing to curb the ear piercing whining and chaos.
Emily Post be damned, my sweet daughter, Charlotte decided to speak up. My four year old girl leaned over to the brat, used her teacher like voice and said, "Excuse me, but this is a whining free restaurant and you are whining. You are being rude to all the people that are behaving nicely."
The older couple on my side of the table raised their orange juice glasses and said, "Here Here!"
I was doing everything in my power not to crack up laughing. How does a four year old girl with balls of steel take it upon herself to do this? I suppose she learns from example. I believe I *might* have had something to do with it.
Like mother like daughter- I suppose. Ritzy Helene is raising Charming and Chutzpahdic Charlotte.
and yes, the parents were totally clueless. they had no idea that their precious child was less than precious.
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