If you’ve been reading DJ and the Prophets for a while you might remember this post, my “Series of Unfortunate Events” that happened just about a year ago. The series of events ended with a rather embarrassing scene at the Bloomington Ice Gardens that involved Noah being carried out against his will screaming, “Me have pee!” …Oh my. Too funny. One of the post’s commenter’s said, “Give it 10 years or so, and I’m sure you’ll giggle.” Well…it only took a year.
Ok, so, after what happened yesterday, I’m considering avoiding the Bloomington Ice Gardens from now on. It was again the venue of a rather embarrassing scene; actually, a scene ten times as embarrassing as the one from a year ago. Mostly because I know (kind of) the people who witnessed it. Oh dear…
Elijah was invited to a classmates birthday-skating party which was held yesterday at the – you guessed it – Bloomington Ice Gardens. I dropped him off without incident, helped him lace up his skates and then went of to pick a few things at the grocery store during the party. I arrived back at the tail end of the party, just as the birthday boy was starting to open his gifts.
The scene was quite calm until the third gift was opened. It was some sort of Pokemon/Digimon oddity. Very strange looking in my opinion and Elijah lost no time
pontificating:
“Ok…I really don’t like those things! You know those are just a fad, don’t you? It’s like…the media tells us what we’re supposed to want!” I think he was about to launch into why he didn’t like Pokemon, but I managed to catch his eye and subtly stare him down. (Ok, so it probably wasn’t so subtle.
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The other kids just stared at him blankly and the parents looked kind of puzzled too. I just stood silently, willing the floor to swallow me up, not exactly sure what to say. The hostess broke the ice after a few seconds and said with a chuckle, “Well, Elijah, I guess you should be glad you’re not the one getting the presents then.”
I lost no time in skedaddling from that little scene, obviously, and was thankful to be driving back home, where Elijah’s very zealous words about that third birthday present made perfect sense.
So, I guess we can cross “Immunity to the media monster” off of our parenting check list and move on to tactfulness.