Other. People's. Kids
I like other people's kids. I do. I like kids in general. I really, really do. But....
We went to the water park today. We arrived, put down our bag at a chair, took off our shoes, and entered the wave pool. We were in the wave pool for less than 5 minutes and this little girl comes up to me and Luna and asks, "What's her name?"
I said, "Luna," and the little girl said, "I'm Audrey. She can play with me."
Oh, adorable, I thought. Then...
Audrey asked me what my name was. I said, "June." She pointed out that she was wearing inflatable water wings to help her swim. "Awesome," I said. Then....
Audrey said, "June, watch me swim. Watch me swim, June. June. June! Watch me. Watch me. Watch me. Watch me, June. Look at me swim. June, look at me swim. Look at me swim. Watch me swim. Watch me. Watch me. Look at me. Look at me swim. Look at me. Watch me. June. June. Look at me. Watch me swim. Watch me swim. Watch me swim. Watch me. Look at me."
No one came to rescue me. She did not have an attending adult. Duh.
Why does this happen to me? I'm accessible, my husband says. I'm Mama and Mrs. Saavedra. All the kids come talk to me.
But today I was MAMA. Yesterday was the last day of school, Audrey. Okay? Audrey? Give me a break. School is over and I get to be my children's mama all summer. So here's what I said:
I'm watching my own kids.
I'm not going to watch you, Audrey. I'm watching my own kids.
Where is your mom?
Oh, well what grown up is in charge of you?
Okay, you need to ask Miss Cindy to watch you.
I'm not watching you.
And I swear I almost said, "Get away from me." But I didn't because I am a teacher and teacher's don't say that to children. But today I was Luna, Wolfie and Tulip's mama, only, and mamas can tell other people's kids to go away.