Today at the Hall of Science, this thick, one-year-old bruiser pounded his meaty palms on a ledge just below The Boss’s face. Without making a move towards the boy, his mother gushed, “Oh, he can be aggressive sometimes.”
I took my cue from the Dog Whisperer and led The Boss away without saying anything. But all I could think was, “Lady, if your kid hits my kid, then I’m going to hit you. That’s how it’ll play out.”
Teaching a child to behave is about preventing an offensive act, not making excuses for it. Permissive parenting benefits no one, least of all the child.
That was Aeva’s favorite thing at our museum too, lol. We even got her a ball toy because of it, and she loves it.
My Boss already has more than enough balls. She inherited them from me.
On a related note, I recently learned that the whole “forced air floating a plastic ball” thing demonstrates Bernoulli’s principle of fluid dynamics. (A practical explanation can be viewed here.) Its application not only keeps plastic balls afloat for the amusement of young children. It’s also the basis of airplane flight.
My inner schmuck says yes. My mommy brain—the one that leaves the $240 City Mini parked by a bench while The Boss and I waddle across the playground—says no.