Okay, was this good-parenting-listening-to-my-insticts, or neurotic over-protective craziness? I took my 2 year-old ds to a new church today. A dad I know from Storytime at the library approached us to invite ds to join his dd in the nursery. Now, ds has only been away from me in that kind of situation once, at a funeral held in a different church, so I was nervous, but decided it would probably be fun for him since he knows the little girl.
Anyhoo, as we're tip-toeing out of the sanctuary, this woman grabs ds and just starts kissing all over his face . . . honestly, like 20 kisses. My kid's a lover, so the both of them were just grinning and smooching away like Brad and Angelina. What do you do? Um, okay lady, let's cut the lovefest already.
Fast-forward to 10 minutes into the service, and the kissing bandit starts acting odd . . . standing up in the pew and waving at the preacher. A little old lady next to her keeps pulling her back down. Then she is escorted out. A few minutes later, she's back, doing the jack-in-the-box thing again. It's becoming clear that she has issues. Again, she heads for the door. I scootch over to the woman next to me and say, "This is horrible to ask, but do you think I should go check on my kid?" She says it's okay, she'll go check on the woman.
Five minutes passes and I can feel my body kicking into fight or flight mode, muscles twitching like if I don't get up and move they'll move me without my consent. So about halfway through the sermon, I gather my things, get my boy and skip the body of Christ. The woman already made it clear she thinks my kid is the bee's knees, I didn't know if she was headed to the nursery to claim his as her own.
Maybe I've just watched too many episodes of Law and Order SVU.
Anyhoo, as we're tip-toeing out of the sanctuary, this woman grabs ds and just starts kissing all over his face . . . honestly, like 20 kisses. My kid's a lover, so the both of them were just grinning and smooching away like Brad and Angelina. What do you do? Um, okay lady, let's cut the lovefest already.
Fast-forward to 10 minutes into the service, and the kissing bandit starts acting odd . . . standing up in the pew and waving at the preacher. A little old lady next to her keeps pulling her back down. Then she is escorted out. A few minutes later, she's back, doing the jack-in-the-box thing again. It's becoming clear that she has issues. Again, she heads for the door. I scootch over to the woman next to me and say, "This is horrible to ask, but do you think I should go check on my kid?" She says it's okay, she'll go check on the woman.
Five minutes passes and I can feel my body kicking into fight or flight mode, muscles twitching like if I don't get up and move they'll move me without my consent. So about halfway through the sermon, I gather my things, get my boy and skip the body of Christ. The woman already made it clear she thinks my kid is the bee's knees, I didn't know if she was headed to the nursery to claim his as her own.
Maybe I've just watched too many episodes of Law and Order SVU.
