I start this with a newly made acronym, B.A.K.. This lovely gem stands for Bad Ass Kids and was created earlier today when I was at my cousins beautiful wedding.
We arrived promptly at 9:30am for a 10:00am wedding and were shown to our seats and we marveled at the display of amour and generally enjoyed the friendly atmosphere. Then enters a badly broken man, and his three kids that clearly were half human, and half hell beast. The broken man was seated next to my wife, brother, sister, and I and his kids decided now was the tome to make as much noise and do the most moving possible. This was the beginning of what was to be a somewhat annoying day.
Once the bridal party began proceeding in and were naturally silenced ourselves they naturally began talking more and raising their voices. And snickering. And asking is that the bride, even though she was the only woman in a white dress wearing a veil and following the young man who had a sign that said “here comes the bride”. Once the ceremony actually started and the preacher started giving a mighty engaging speech the kids were determined to disrupt him by making the most noise and crying. This poor broken father quietly attempted to stop them, but this was a losing battle.
The reception followed and their wrath was augmented by they voracious need to be everywhere at once, and their frustration with the fact that they can’t be. We were seated in the reception hall awaiting the bridal party to be done with their photo shoot so we can have our brunch and fun. But these there mini terrorist who were again seated behind us decided to yell, scream, and randomly hit my chair for the next fourth five minutes. This was the most aggravating thing in the world, but the thing that made it worse is that the father wasn’t trying to discipline the children. The mother was working the room as a wedding photographer and too busy to help. Once the food was uncovered the kids proceeded to run up and thrust their hands into it, and/or take it off the table. The staff all started to tell the kids to stop and escorting them back to their father. These strangers within the community were the ones disciplining these kids.
With all that said, now I can ask my question are the kids really bad, or are the parents bad? The kids don’t really know any better and if their parents are allowing it they can only think that this is the way the world works. Can we really be angry with the babies if the mother and father may as well be nonexistent? Is it really the communitiy’s job to discipline people’s kids or is that a job solely reserved for the parents?
What do you think? Today the world around me showed me that some parents lacked certain things that the community made up for, and it was a sad sad sight.
Who’s job is it to discipline kids, and is it the child’s fault they are bad if they don’t know any better?
Let me know
-Poetic Ice
Morning peeps, with all the new developments in my life I decided to make a vlog to talk about my experience with my wife’s pregnancy. Everyone is always there for the woman and rightfully so I just want an open forum for male support too. A place wheee we can discuss our joys, fears, and blessings with each other and most of all give advice to each other because we have no clue what’s going on lol. Long story short I’m overjoyed and happy to update she’s 21 weeks pregnant and I love talking about her lol
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