Mean Girls Rule….The Playground

You know, since I have a boy, I thought I wouldn’t ever have to deal with so called “mean girls.”

Until today.

Pookah and I had a playdate with a friend of mine and her son.

Now, Pookah may be shy around/reluctant to let any adult touch him, but kids are another story.  He LOVES other kids.  He goes right up to them, gets in their faces, says hi, talks to them, what ever he can do to get their attention.

Now, we’ve been to this particular playground before, and Pookah has his favorite toys.  On his favorite little motorcycle ride, there were two little girls.  Sisters I think.  And both too big to be on said motorcycle at the same time.

But whatever.

Pookah makes a b-line over to the ride, and smiled at the two little girls.  Being him, he walks right up to them and starts talking his jibber jabber, and grabs the back of the ride.

Little girl #1:NO you can’t play on this ride, WE are on here and you can’t play.

Me: He’s a baby he doesn’t understand that he can’t ride the same time as you, come on Pookah lets go on the slide.

Little girl #2: So what, you still can’t get on Baby.  We were here first.

And do you know those two little heifers played on that toy extra long! And kept looking back at Pookah to see what he was doing! Luckily, my child is equally fascinated with climbing and going down sliding boards as  he was that motorcycle.

And where were the parents? The mothers’ to be more specific?

In their own little mean girl clique.

They all congregate with each other, comparing their $700 strollers, organic foods and expensive preschools.

Since I only know about organic foods, I don’t seem to fit in……..

I don’t care so much about them being mean to me, it’s their girls being mean to Pookah.

That was uncalled for.

And the next time, I might end up being a mean girl myself………………