DEAR AMY: More on the question of whether to intervene if you see a parent bullying a child. A man was carrying a screaming child out of a supermarket. People all smiled ruefully at the man but not the child. I stepped up and said to the little boy, "Wow, you sure are giving your daddy a hard time, aren't you. This is your daddy, right?" Amazingly, the dad stopped, said he was the dad and the little boy agreed. And the dad thanked me, saying he could see how no one would know if this had been a child taken against his will. It can be dangerous to step in, but more dangerous for the child if you don't.
Happy I Did
DEAR HAPPY: Exactly. Thank you.
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Somebody was to have said something like that to me would have quickly been told where to go and how to get there.
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Ok. So I read my post again. It reads like I'm stoned and half talking.
Sorry.
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One time when DD 7 was about 3 we had to pack up and leave a play date and she pitched a fit and when that didn't work she started screaming 'You're not my mommy! Don't take me!' over and over again, at the top of her lungs. Thankfully I was at a friends house and not a public park or Chuck E Cheese or something. I would have had the cops called on me.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
One time when DD 7 was about 3 we had to pack up and leave a play date and she pitched a fit and when that didn't work she started screaming 'You're not my mommy! Don't take me!' over and over again, at the top of her lungs. Thankfully I was at a friends house and not a public park or Chuck E Cheese or something. I would have had the cops called on me.
C was about 3-4 when she decided to throw hissy.
We were in the parking lot of a restaurant and she wanted to go with her grandparents instead of home. She couldn't go with them, they had plans.
She climbed in their van while I was in the bathroom. I come out to get her and you would have thought I was beating the life out of her. I tried talking to her. She wasn't having it.
Mom kept saying "stop making her scream, somebody will call the police" I finally told her to let them. Reached in and physically pulled her out kicking and screaming.
Their was a few people watching. Having no clue that until that moment I had tried reasoning with her. You don't reason with a 3 yr old.
I popped her butt and put her 8n her car seat still screaming but she had stopped kicking.
It probably looked and sounded like I was killing her. But I wasnt.
Bystanders need to mind their own business 99% of the time.
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It is a hard call. I would hate to see the news & realize I just stood by while a child was being abducted right in front of me. I realize the chances of that are slim & I have never intervened when I've seen kids throwing fits but it is a what if.
It is a hard call. I would hate to see the news & realize I just stood by while a child was being abducted right in front of me. I realize the chances of that are slim & I have never intervened when I've seen kids throwing fits but it is a what if.
