Chuck E. Cheese

First, I just wanted to tell everyone that I finished the book, Sleeping with Ward Cleaver and loved it! Yay to Jenny Gardiner, first time author!

OK, back to real news. I have never been to a Chuck E Cheese restaurant. Yes, believe it. There is not one within an hour of me, so therefore, have escaped the big mouse trap. LOL, I am cracking myself up with that one. 2 moms and their sons evidently were having dinner there last night. One mom had her 9 year old's birthday party there and the other mom's 13 year old son was "hogging" a basketball game. The 2 boys got into some words and the 13 year old "allegedly" pushed the 9 year old. The mothers came to protect their cubs with words. They were very loud words, but words, nonetheless. That's what we teach our kids to do, right? Use your words. Evidently words did not do the trick and the mothers started pushing, scratching and punching... yes, your basic cat fight. In a mouse hole. The police were called in and broke up the melee.

What kind of lesson did these moms teach their kids last night? What kind of lesson were all the kids at C.E.Cheese taught last night? I strongly believe in sticking up for my kids, but prefer to avoid huge confrontations. B plays spring soccer in a strict Cape league. Last year one of her games was a mandated "silent" game. The board decided that parents get a little too involved in their kids' games. There was no cheering on the sideline. It was extremely weird for the parents, but the kids actually liked it. A few years ago, in a suburb of Boston, 2 men were at their kids' hockey game. The father's didn't like something that happened out on the ice and the larger father wound up killing the smaller father with punches. In front of all the kids!

I don't really have a point to this, just some things to ponder. How can we teach our kids to be better people when shit like this is happening all around them?