Scary Incident

Today after church we went to Burger King for lunch. We sat in the back of the restaurant, and there were only maybe 5-6 tables occupied.

We were just finishing up eating when in walked an older gentleman (early-mid 60s) with a boy who appeared to be around 10 years old and a couple of teenage boys. The man looked like he was old enough to be their grandfather, but maybe he was there father- not sure.

We're finishing up eating and the boy starts yelling something across the restaurant. He was being obnoxious and I told Steve that he needs a swift kick in the butt.

A few minutes later we're sitting at the booth. Kylie is about 2 feet away from us, standing at an empty table. She was wearing one of those paper Burger King crowns. I see the boy walking towards us. I figured he was just going to walk around the restaurant.

Instead, he walks up to Kylie (who was minding her own business and wasn't even facing him) and starts pounding her on her head!!! I stood up and yelled, "Stop hitting her! Get your hands off her now!" The boy had an "Oh crap!" look on his face, stopped hitting Kylie and ran back to the front of the restaurant where his grandfather was ordering food.

I was so mad that I was literally shaking. And do you know what the grandfather did? Absolutely nothing! I know he must have heard me...the whole restaurant heard me. I yelled it.

I was very, very tempted to approach the grandfather and tell him what his grandson did. Steve said, "We're done eating anyway, let's just leave." So we left. By this time they were sitting in a booth. It took everything in me not to lunge at them.

Thank goodness Kylie was fine. She didn't cry or anything, but wondered why some stranger walked up to her and hit her in the head. I told her that he was sick in the brain and that he couldn't help the way he acted.

I am upset with the grandfather. He should have acknowledged what this child did and either apologized or made his grandson apologize.

Steve said he was very proud of me. He said that when I yelled at the boy the entire restaurant stopped what they were doing and looked over. I don't care how loud I was, the Mama Bear in me surfaced, and I wanted to deck the little brat (not to mention the grandfather!).

That boy is lucky he didn't face my wrath...I can have a bad temper and you don't want to get on my bad side. The boy might not be so lucky next time. Next time he might hit another child who will beat the snot out of him!