Oh the humanity

Always loved Married With Children. I can pretty much recite just about any episode. But always loved the parental guidance the show provided … but in all seriousness, the lack there-of if.

I could always grasp the fact that Married with Children was purely entertainment and fictional humor, but are we seeing such behavior actually play out in real life. I’m not really a fan of humanity, I’m basically not a fan of most people.


Now that I have a beautiful son in my life (can't believe he's going to be three next month), I’m interacting more and more with strangers and yes, parents. Most of the time, it’s just through simple observation, or more directly with classes, trips to museums and zoos, beaches, or even just a walk down the street.

Why do I always feel like I’m some alien who happened to have just landed on this crazy planet with his son when I just can’t figure out what some people are thinking.

I know my son will make some mistakes and act, well, like the two-year-old he is. He’ll take a toy from another child without asking or cut in front of some dude who forgot it was the time of the month to shower.  Maybe Liam was onto something before the rest of us got a whiff.

But when he does, I’ll do my best to make peace and apologize, offer another toy for the wailing girl whose heart was broken because Liam ran off with her precious little leaf. It’s just being human, right?

Maybe not on this planet as I find it humorous to see Gucci heavy mom fume because she couldn’t wedge past the extra-wide sidewalk while Liam tied his shoes. Or the moronic mamas who don’t seem to care that their son is standing in the middle of the water tube exhibit at the Childrens Museum, which is basic common sense.

Not to mention, pretty nasty when you think of it.

Or how about the reaction when a little boy actually apologizes for stealing Liam’s ball. Fine, right?

Well, not exactly as I soon found out when replying to the nice young gentlemen, “It’s okay buddy. Thank you.”

“No, it’s not,” barked ding-bat dad to my direction.  

“Huh.”  The kid is two and obviously far more along in his education in manners than the person he was accompanied by.

Ah, it’s a strange world, but it seems to always disappear when Liam and I head back to the car at the end of the day.

“Did you have fun little buddy,” I asked as I buckled him in.

“I did daddy.”