Sunday, June 1, 2008

Put on Your Big Girl Panties and Deal With It

The following event happened at our house recently, which can only be described as most unsettling.

It seems there's a neighborhood boy who is crushing on my daughter. (who can blame him? she's a stone cold fox) But anyway ...... They are both in 3rd grade and ride the same school bus. I hardly know the kid, but he seemed OK. (although Holly's not interested)

So, this boy -- I'll call him Tim -- rang our doorbell recently and asked if Evan could play. Evan was flattered, as this was an older boy wanting his company.

They went straight to the basement, which houses a mother lode of toys, as well as the ping pong table and GameCube. They seemed to have a great time. I wish the story ended there.

The next day at school, Holly was teased mercilessly. You know why? It seems that "Tim" snuck into her bedroom (off the basement) and rummaged through her panty drawer while Evan was pre-occupied. He went straight to school the next day and told his 3rd grade buddies all about it. Yes, it's true. Does anyone else feel violated?

Holly came home from school SO embarrassed and in tears, telling me all this. Can I tell you that I felt a righteous anger rising inside?! My first instinct was to call that boy's mama!

We didn't have Tim's phone number, but knew which street was his. So I pulled out the phone book and hunted ..... and hunted ..... for their listing. (they have a common last name) I finally found a listing with the right last name and street -- and MADE myself dial the number. I usually avoid conflict, but when you mess with my kid, honey, I dig deep for a backbone!

My heart was thumping rapidly as I dialed and waited for an answer. I really hadn't thought through how exactly I was going to approach the topic or how the "other mother" might react ...... but when she said "hello" I started into my spiel which went something like this:

Me: Hi, I live the next street over and wondered if you have a son named "Tim"?
Her: Why, yes, I do.
Me: Well, Tim rides the school bus with my children and was over playing at our house yesterday.
Her: Silence.........
Me: And, um, we had a little problem.
Her: More Awkward Silence..........
Me: Were you aware that he was over at our house?
Her: Maybe I should tell you that my son Tim is 32 years old.
Me: OH, well perhaps I have the wrong number.....

THANK GOODNESS she spoke up before I launched into "your son is a pervert who rummages through young girls' panties" then tells all his friends!!!

I guess I'll have to go to Plan B and write a note, because all the shovels in the world couldn't dig up a backbone enough for me to actually ring their doorbell!

11 comments:

Jennifer said...

I am SO SO proud of you for making that call. Good job girl. If you want back up when you ring that doorbell...I'll call Christi for you.

Jill said...

lol.... I was thinking Jennifer, what an awesome new friend to back her up. You should just ask Blake to deal with it. :)

Christi said...

Hey! Who says I have a backbone???? I am working on boundaries, so I have to say NO!

Connie said...

That could have been an embarassing phonecall... but I have to say I was feeling my mommabear instincts roaring up inside of me while reading this post. I sooooo would address this kid and call it to his mother's attention. That is just WRONG! Thanks for stopping by my blog.

Tiaras & Tantrums said...

Good for you!
What a stinky little brat that Tim is!

homeschoolceo said...

That's awful..Kudos to you for standing up for her. What a little naughty bugger, that Tim.

Donna Scott said...

I just found your blog, and when I read this post I couldn't help bust out laughing! But, good for you for actually calling! Update on how things turn out. little naughty Tim needs to be snitched on!

Donna Scott

Alicia said...

What are the odds? And OH MY GOODNESS-Scary!

You could always ring the doorbell and run away-that's kind of practicing having a backbone, but then changing your mind.

MoziEsmé said...

Oh - that is scary! But you're doing the right thing - let your baby girl know such actions are NOT okay . . .

Jojo said...

Hi I'm here by way of BusyMamas, and I'm sorry but this is happening in THIRD GRADE???? Oh my god, I don't know how I'm going to deal with all of this stuff when my daughter grows up! Good that you called...but if it was me, I would ring the doorbell.

Angela said...

I taught third grade for three years and never would have imagined boys at that age would have thought about those type of things let alone go to school and brag about it. If I was a parent of that boy I would want to know what happened as he needs a serious talking to about respect, etc...