Don't roll your eyes at me..little girl.

I have never put anyone out of my house. Not like this, anyway.

Friday night. The boy has some friends over. One of them had his tag-along sister with him. She is probably 10, maybe 11. She is not one of the 'regulars' at my house, and I have a hard time letting stragglers chill here, especially when I don't really know them.

No big deal. They are in the boys room playing video games. 5 of them altogether.
My nephew who is 5 was in the room also. I am in my room with 2 of my girlfriends. Chillin.

The kids in my neighborhood know I don't play. It's not a secret. I don't put up with no kid bullshit. or kid drama. But I also let them have their fun and their space, and don't really bother them unless there's an issue--I guess that's why they all come hang out here--this is like the neighborhood "spot". Not only that, but the boys room looks like fucking Toys R Us.
The rules around here are pretty clear: No yelling, no arguing, don't put your hands on each other, be mindful of the little ones, and don't act a fool. Simple. Right?

Someone kept saying the word "son" over and over. That shit irritates the hell outta me. "Let me play, son".."I am beating you, son".."I am gonna win this game, son"
There is just no good reason for 9 year old children to be speaking that way. I wasn't exactly sure who was talking, but I was pretty sure it was the girl.
It was getting on my nerves.

I was about to yell in the room to knock it off with "son" talk, but decided to let it go. Not 2 minutes after the thought of telling them to quit it leaves me, I hear my nephew ask for a turn to play. He was not rude. He even said please, in his tiny little voice. Next thing I hear, in the shittiest tone imaginable, was one of the kids tell my nephew something along the lines of .." I. AM. PLAYING. THIS. GAME. YOU. JUST. NEED. TO. WAIT.NOW.STEP.AWAY!" or some bullshit close to that.

I have always told the boy that he should not have to fight to play with HIS STUFF. There are 10 thousand fucking other toys in his room for his little friends to play with, and he need not use energy to fight with or beg other kids to let him play with his own shit. Especially in his own house. Not on my watch anyway. Hell damn no.


So, I yell.."HEY..!!!" and was about to follow with "don't talk to him like that" Normally, I wouldn't be so specific, but that was my nephew, and he is only 5. There is no reason to be all shitty to him. But instead of yelling from my room, some unknown force picked me up off the bed, and before anyone knew it, I was in the doorway of the boy's room.
I guess I felt like I needed to do this in person.

"Don't talk to him like that", I say. Everyone looked at me, but said nothing. That was a piss off. "Don't be talking to him like that, all nasty..WHO said that anyway?" I was pretty sure it was the girl, but wanted to be certain.
I'm thinking..Come' on little girl..fess up, and come correct.
That is half the battle.

The boy and his little friend were quiet. I knew it wasn't them, and they knew that I knew, so they played it safe, and said nothing.

The girl starts to speak. She very calmly and quietly says "I just told him that I was playing the game" ...Um. no.

"You don't need to talk to him like that. Period. Ya'all don't need to be talking nasty to each other"... "DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?"

Nothing. Not a word. She knew I was talking to her, and her face showed all the attitude that she spoke to him with.

She was pissing me off.

"DO YOU?" I asked again

And this little girl proceeded to roll her goddamn eyes at me. In my own motherfucking house.

LOL~I almost said..you roll 'em, and I'll swoll 'em~LOL but instead I said "GET OUT!" She looked at me, her eyes full of attitude. This little girl actually spoke to me with her eyes.
Her eyes told me very clearly what her mouth not dare say..I'm not going any-damn-where!
And she didn't move.


I gave her the look.
The boy knew it was coming. He knew his mother was about to blow a fucking gasket.
He looked at the girl like he was begging for her to just get up, and head towards the door. Go, little girl..please just go, his eyes said. His look pleaded with her to apologize. to do something. Instead, she began to play the game again.
At this point, the boy knew it was over.
He cringed on her behalf.

She cut her eyes at me, probably checking to make sure I was not on my way to choke the shit out of her, which I was very close to doing at this point.

"OUT!" I yell pointing towards the door. "OUT. OUT. OUT."
"GET OUT, because you ain't gonna roll your eyes at me in my own damn house!"

I saw her lean over to get her shoes. She gave me one last evil eye.
I came back in my room to calm down.
Damn, I have no patience with smart ass kids. NONE.
I felt like beating her like she was a grown woman.
Sheesh.

I heard her crying as she left. She probably called me 10 thousand bitches in her mind.

I'll be 10 thousand bitches--but don't roll your eyes at me, little girl.