Kid Drama at the door

The boy came inside right after school today. He wanted to take Cleopatra
(the new puppy, don't ask!) for a walk. I was on the couch watching Judge Judy.

I hear some commotion at the door as the boy is going outside.
I heard a man's voice talking to the boy.
No, more like yelling at the boy.

I yelled to the boy.."Who is that?"
"It's Berhan..and his father" he says calmly.

Oh. really.
I get off the couch and go to the door. There is this Indian man with his
bad ass son standing at my door.
Yes, I said BAD ASS son.
I have heard this boy's name around the neighborhood.
He has never messed with the boy, but with other kids.

Lately, the boy has been taking the law into his own hands.
I am kinda on the fence about that, but I think he's at the age
where he don't want his mamma commin outside to kick every
kids ass in the neighborhood that messes with him. ~LOL~
(ya'all know, I will fight a child!)

I am not a hypocrite. I tell kids all the time about themselves.
It's always brief. I put the fear of God in them and go back inside.
I feel like this: If you see my child in the neighborhood and you want to
say something to him (simple, like.."Don't do that"..or "Leave him alone"
..not no hour long lecture about right vs. wrong or boys vs. girls..cuz that's my job)
because he is doing something he shouldn't be
or he has done something wrong to your child..okay, I feel ya on that.
If he comes home and tells me, and I have a problem with it, we will deal with that.
But DON'T come to my damn door and carry on with THE BOY.
Ask for me, and I will come straighten it out.
Like an adult.


When I get to the door, the boy is talking. He is in 'explain mode'
He says "I didn't punch him. I turned around and hit him with my elbow.
It was an accident, he was all up on me and I didn't know he was standing there.."

He looks at Berhan and says:
"But I shudda punched you because you pushed me!"

Berhan's father:
"Wellllll. My son sed dat you het him with punch. Now dat not accident.."
"My son sed dat he pushed you being sar kass tek. You take dat all wrong."
"I know dat he pushed you first. But you dunt know how to take it from him."

HUH???
Don't play.

The boy looked at me. And I gave him the *WELL??* look.
And he gave me the *say something* look.

So I say.."Well, it looks like there are many kids in this neighborhood that don't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Do they??
(I specifically looked at the boy)
(I looked at Berhan's father) "How do you push someone being sarcastic? I don't think I understand that..."

And this man took his child and walked away. Okay. I guess you don't want to hear the rest, then, right? So I say as he is walking away.."Well, don't come to my house to confront the boy and then run like a bitch when I come to the door!!..keep your bad ass kid in the house then."
~LOL~ at myself.

Did I just say that?
Yeah. I did.
I mean damn! I know the boy gets himself into some shit.
I'm not oblivious to that. I know he has his moments.
And I let him know about himself.
Just because I don't loud him out and embarrass him in front of the whole
damn neighborhood, don't mean that he just runs around doing
whatever the hell he wants to do. It's just not like that.
No matter what anyone wants to believe.

I got the boy in check. Don't worry about that.
Worry about you and yours. And I won't have to
come out my door and make you look like a fool.
Or fight your child.

I promise I won't.