Time to get in hot water with the Warthogswrants..

Thankfully we have differences in views on many things. It keeps life interesting between us.

CHILDREN: Of course they're obnoxious, they're children. Learning, Playing, pushing those buttons to see how far they can go. Not knowing when to sit down, be quiet, or behave. It's a hyper thing. Sometimes they can't even stand themselves. Boing, Boing, Boing. They even stop on occasion, ahhh yes when they're sleeping. It is our job as adults to learn them or school them in appropriate behavior. Even when in large groups, children can be more than a handful. They're children. I have gained more tolerance for children or rather people in general as I age. For aren't we all just a bit irresponsible, erratically over charged from time to time. Take a child to a new place: sporting event, park and watch them go NUTS..It may very well be anew experience for them, in which SUPER hyper kicks in. Because they are THAT wired and Excited at experiencing new things.

In this insane world that I speculate why we are selfish enough to bring a child onto this planet, yes I get pro creation, doesn't always justify it though. It is our job to also be patient and tolerant of those that don't know well enough. Stupidity is a crime. Ignorance is not. Its a learning process. Children are often ignorant, because they are Children...They're still in the learning process.

Mind you I remember being say oh around 7 and bouncing off walls. Massively HIGH Strung Child. I knew right from wrong, how to be respectful and courteous and yet seemed to go OUT of my way to a public embarrassment to my parents. Just couldn't make my mind do anything but GO GO GO GO. My body was worse than my mind. Always on the move. Being still was NOT an option for me. Nothing against them, but scheez, I was a child, I had no sense. The same speech week after week, Especially after Fidgeting through church went kind of like this:

Dad: Well now young lady, you know better than to be disrespectful.
Me: Yes sir, but, but I was just trying to see and
Dad: enough excuses young lady, your grounded.
Me: But, but, I just wanted to see what my voice sounded like if it would echo from those big places up in the ceiling and..
Mom: That's enough, you've heard your father.
Me: Uh huh, but wait, didn't you hear how COOL my voice sounded.. and it
Dad: Young lady, another word and your grounded..
Me:(self delusional state of being heard or thinking I was) And it came back REALLY Loud Daddy, it was...
Dad: Your grounded. No going outside today, no tv, phone, friends, you may eat dinner in the den by yourself. No horseback riding to Amy's today either.(my best friend who lived on the lake with 2 of her own horses) Why don't you ever listen. Don't you think once in a while.
Me: (I think alright, now listen dang it, I have something to say too) Yes daddy.

On the way home, nope, will never ever forget this one:

Mom: Honey were you going to get around to the lawn this week, or should I have one of the neighbors boys come over and do it(2 3/4 acres of all lawn) this is about 1973.
Dad: I suppose I should, its getting a bit long, we could let the horses graze
Me: But daddy, didn't you listen to mommy, I thought she asked you to mow the lawn a few days ago.(OMG, WHAT WAS I THINKING)..
Dad: (stopping the car. UH OH, This is Gonna HURT) come here Young lady, NOW. Get out of this car, this instance.
Mom: Wesley she's just a child, don't be so hard on her.
Me: But, but but but but , daddy didn't you say people should do as they're told. (Not a very bright child)
Dad: Standing looking directly at me outside the car, with this look of complete stupor on his face. (Yep you've been ONE UPPED by your own CHILD). Shaking his head, "GET in the car, DON'T say another word until we get Home" (scchhheezzz just til we get home. OKAY!).


In the long run, this resulted in a nice long paddling for talking back, grounding for thinking, removal of all joy for being a child. A CHILD..

I learned by the time I was 8. The more hell I raised the more I drove them nuts. I raised alot of hell in my younger years. Why? Because it drove them border line Insane with their stupid ass rules of being quiet and doing what THEY wanted. I've always wondered if people forgot how to be free, carefree, childlike. (ahhheemmmm)..
Patient is a most precious value in this world. CHILDREN ARE the FUTURE. let them be young, creative and get all that energy out. If it bugs you, deal with it. Look at life through their eyes once in a while. It's really a kick ass world! Did you know you could do this and that and this(breath) and omg, I found out today if you mixed this with this and and ummmmhhhh and and and. LOL.. Once you have your own wonderful children, you tend to look at life through their eyes. INCREDIBLE..

Okay I'm done pointing out WHY we as people need to have a bit of patience, or more with the developing children of this world. They far too often can't stand their little selves with all that energy. I KNOW I was ONE of them! Had someone been bright enough back then, they'd have given me a puppy and a cup of coffee and let me torment myself for a few hours, until it all finally wore off and I'm certain the dog would have bitten me to shut me up. I may have learned quicker. Doubtful, but hey you never know.