I thought I would take a break from my series of Disney posts tonight to write about something while it’s still fresh in my mind, and still pissing me off.
As most of you who have been reading for a while know, I have been watching my brother’s kid for about two months now. It’s mostly gone without any event. No real issues. Just the normal 3 year old antics, nothing I can’t usually handle being that I have a 3 year old. He has some behavioral issues but I think that has more to do with his younger age,and the fact that he was in a daycare previously with no other kids his age and maybe doesn’t know quite how to act with Holden.
After today i’m not really sure how to feel about the whole situation. Something happened that I don’t know how to react to, or where to go from here.
Today was the day that Preston beat Holden up. Preston, who is a good 3 inches shorter and 15+ pounds lighter than Holden, beat the crap out of him.
Holden’s never been in daycare, and when he’s around other kids his age, he’s the biggest of all of them, and none of them ever mess with him. Not even older kids mess with him. Holden’s never been a hitter or a biter or a scratcher, and he’s been taught very well NOT to do any of those things.
I was in the dining room fiddling around on the computer and Preston and Holden were in the living room watching their one episode of Oso per day, when I heard a little bit of commotion and then Preston yell “LET GO OF MY SHIRT!”
When I walked into the room to see what hijinks they were getting themselves into now and I saw nothing going on, but when I looked at Holden, who was sitting on the couch, his face was red and swollen and covered in red bloody scratches.
I asked him what happened, and he told me Preston hit him. I asked Preston if this was true, and he noncholantly told me it was.
You should have seen Holden’s face. It looked like he got attacked by a pack of rabid hyenas. I was absolutely livid.
My first instinct was to beat Preston’s evil little ass, but I decided against it and stuck him in the longest time out known to man. The worst kind of discipline is angry discipline, and I thought the best person to really lay into him would be my brother… and I didn’t want to wait. I wanted Preston out of my house. Of course my brother was sleeping and didn’t answer his phone so I was left with the hellion for 2 more hours.
Poor Holden. The one kid you would think would NEVER get beat up because of his stature, just sat back and let his much smaller cousin slap and scratch his face and didn’t do a thing about it. Holden: The Gentle Giant.
I still can’t get any straight answer as to WHY exactly it happened. I was told a few times that Holden sat on Preston, and when my brother finally showed up and my brother demanded an explanation, he was told “Because I wanted to”
Way to make me go from livid to boiling. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, children.
I’m not sure i’ll ever know, really. Holden easily could have egged it on, but there’s still no excuse for that kind of physical harm.
Tonight when I asked Holden “Why did Preston hit you?” hoping for a different reasoning, maybe the real one, I was told:
“‘Cause he’s an ASSFACE!”
As much as i’d have loved to discipline him, I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to do so. It’s too true to tell the kid no.
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