Monday, May 19, 2008

You are right, you are not his father

Little Elvis and I are on holiday. Ok, we're visiting the family in Mississippi and Bob tells me he is sitting in a dark corner of our house gazing at a picture of his lovely wife and brilliant son while choking back tears.

In order to get from our house to Mississippi, we fly. There's no way I could put Little Elvis (or me) through an umpteen hour trip in a car. Not gonna do it.

I always dread getting on the plane with him, because you get the "sigh" from world-weary business travelers.

This is his fifth time to fly on a plane, and he's been really good all the other times. Usually he gets lots of compliments from everyone as we get off the plane.

Other than the fact that we sat on the tarmac for what felt like hours, I felt like he did a really good job. He napped for an hour once we got in the air. Once he woke up, he fussed a little, but not much. I was armed with milk, a banana, goldfish and cheerios. So the fusses didn't last more than a few seconds, tops.

He got tired of his goldfish and cheerios at one point and decided to toss them behind my seat. He does that at home when he gets tired of food, so I should have been expecting it.

I turned around to politely ask the man sitting behind us if he would get it for me. He glanced down at the ground, shrugged at me like he had no idea what I was talking about and said he couldn't reach it.

OK. Fine. The flight only had about 15 more minutes, so I just decided that we'd try to dig it out once the plane landed.

Instead, the nice lady (who was with her granddaughter that was about the same age as Little Elvis) bent down to get us the snack box. She had to really reach, because it was closer to Mr. Helpful.

Once the plane landed, I stood Little Elvis up in my seat and held onto his back with my hands. He looked at the man behind us and said, "dadadada."

Mr. Nice Guy responded, "I am NOT your father." He was really rude about it.

I said he pretty much only says dada. He was not calling you daddy. What I wanted to say was, "My son calls his daddy dada, but he also calls the garbage can dada. I believe by his intonation that he was actually calling you a garbage can. You are definitely not his father, and he knows that. His father would have the decency to lean down and pick up snacks for a child. His father is kind and decent. His father is wonderful. You, Mister, are definitely not his father."

My mom couldn't sit by us, but the man sitting beside her heard Mr. Rude Man say that and couldn't believe it either.

Little Elvis can also say sock. Why he chose that as his second word, I don't know. But I sure wish he had called that man sock.

Grr.

9 Comments:

Blogger Laura said...

That man certainly is a Sock...a smelly, icky sock!

4:59 AM  
Anonymous Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You said...

rotflmao no, he's not a sock - he's an asshat! What a jerk. Glad you handled it well, though. I so wouldn't have LOL

8:45 AM  
Blogger Kristi said...

What a jerk. Let's hope he's not anyone's father, grandfather, stepfather, or Godfather.

7:41 AM  
Blogger Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Ick. Sorry you had to deal with him.
I hope you have a wonderful visit. take care,
Kristen

12:52 PM  
Blogger dawn224 said...

man, I hope someone wiped a dirty diaper on that guys back when he wasn't looking!

9:54 PM  
Blogger Marla said...

Poor Bob...all alone at home. Sounds like J when M and I go somewhere. He is lost without us.;)

Business people on planes...ugh. I hope my husband does not treat moms like that on planes. He said the worst person he sat next to was someone with a cat.

4:35 PM  
Anonymous Laura McIntyre said...

Sock would of been so much better, some people are just sour faced. Hopefully the man was just having a bad day and is not normally that rude.

I think its great the words they choose to pick up , both my kids had apples as one of there first words which i always felt was weird

5:18 AM  
Blogger mpotter said...

my sister wants me to fly down to see her if i get the urge..... this is just one reason why i'm just not ready for that!

i can't imagine being so rude.

i don't know how you've done it 5 times!!! you're a master mom.

9:26 PM  
Blogger Ann(ie) said...

I can think of a word I wish he had called Mr. Personality. ug.

12:15 AM  

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