And it really was no big deal.
I am happy to report that after six and a half years of parenting, the sound of SOMEONE ELSE'S children screaming is reassuring and pleasant. When I hear that sound, I always think the same three thoughts. This happens in airplanes, restaurants, or really any place where kids scream (everywhere). The thoughts appear in this order:
- Yay! That's not my kid screaming. I should go hug my daughter right now and thank her for not screaming. (Note: I did.)
- Phew! Our peers also have kids that go ballistic at times. These people seem like good parents and their kids explode too. Perhaps I am not the very worst father on the planet.
- Awwww. Poor kids/parents.
Me me me me me! Someone, get me a blog.