Boys and Boys Mom's.
I have always heard the old saying that boys will be boys. Well, if you ask the people around here they probably would say that these neighborhood boys are like and unlike any boys that they have seen or been depending on whom you ask.
So, the boys and one of the girls too, I guess you would say that she was a "tom boy" if you were back in the day when they actually called girls who like to play with boys and do "boy" things. I never really like that name or to be called that. I am just a girl, a girl person who liked lots of things. But, anyway, these boys make up their own games and they play them with their made up rules that change daily. I don't know how they manage to keep up with them but they make them so I guess they all seem to remember what you can do today that you couldn't yesterday.
It was a nice sunny summer day last week and they were running around, about 5 or 6 kids playing their version of ball tag with all the rules of where they can and can't run who can and can't hide where. (In their version you run and hide) So, one little boy got tagged and in the mist of getting tagged he bit his lip. It has happened to my son too accidentally biting his lip. I have bitten mine more times then I can count when I was younger and had the usual childhood cuts and scrapes and even stitches a couple of times just playing with my friends. So, I guess this kid never bit his lip before and didn't quite expect it to bleed as much as it did. Before I could get to the porch, I heard the crying, the kid was on his way running back to his building down the block. I thought just an accident and his mom would put some ice on it clean it up and the kid would probably be outside in a few minutes. At least that is what I would have done and have done. But, I was seriously mistaken.
My son is standing on the porch , just standing there minding his own business and I am inside with the door cracked minding mine and all of a sudden I hear a voice outside at the bottom of the steps. At first I could not tell if they were talking to him or just passing by talking on their phone. So, I hear my son asking the voice if the kid who bit his lip was okay. The next thing I hear is this, "Really Nigger. Really?" I get up to see what the what is going on who is this person saying this to my kid and hoping that I had heard wrong. I get to the porch and there standing at the bottom of the porch was a black woman around the same age as me, give or take a couple of years. She was standing there in her long sun dress and no shoes with two kids that were playing ball tag who probably directed to her to my house since I had never saw her before.
I asked her what the problem was and she went off saying more of the "N" word and saying that it was her son that bit his lip but she was all enraged like my son had hit him or something and I told her that calling names is not necessary and that it was a accident that my kid would not hurt anyone on purpose. And asked her didn't the other kids tell her that. She didn't answer that she kept rambling on about that was her son, almost like a chant and then mentioned something that was gibberish to my ears and probably only made sense to her. After the tenth time I told her it was an accident she cocked her head to the side and said does she really know that? I told her yes she does know it and everyone who was outside playing knows it.
Finally she turned and walked in the direction of her house without saying another word trailed by the kids who brought her down here.
Her kid was back out in less than an hour going to Jack in The Box with his older sister who apologized for her mom saying she was sorry if her mom scared us but her mom was being overprotective. I accepted her apology for her mom but in the back of my mind I was thinking if that her way of being overprotective then I don't know what over protective is.
So, the boys and one of the girls too, I guess you would say that she was a "tom boy" if you were back in the day when they actually called girls who like to play with boys and do "boy" things. I never really like that name or to be called that. I am just a girl, a girl person who liked lots of things. But, anyway, these boys make up their own games and they play them with their made up rules that change daily. I don't know how they manage to keep up with them but they make them so I guess they all seem to remember what you can do today that you couldn't yesterday.
It was a nice sunny summer day last week and they were running around, about 5 or 6 kids playing their version of ball tag with all the rules of where they can and can't run who can and can't hide where. (In their version you run and hide) So, one little boy got tagged and in the mist of getting tagged he bit his lip. It has happened to my son too accidentally biting his lip. I have bitten mine more times then I can count when I was younger and had the usual childhood cuts and scrapes and even stitches a couple of times just playing with my friends. So, I guess this kid never bit his lip before and didn't quite expect it to bleed as much as it did. Before I could get to the porch, I heard the crying, the kid was on his way running back to his building down the block. I thought just an accident and his mom would put some ice on it clean it up and the kid would probably be outside in a few minutes. At least that is what I would have done and have done. But, I was seriously mistaken.
My son is standing on the porch , just standing there minding his own business and I am inside with the door cracked minding mine and all of a sudden I hear a voice outside at the bottom of the steps. At first I could not tell if they were talking to him or just passing by talking on their phone. So, I hear my son asking the voice if the kid who bit his lip was okay. The next thing I hear is this, "Really Nigger. Really?" I get up to see what the what is going on who is this person saying this to my kid and hoping that I had heard wrong. I get to the porch and there standing at the bottom of the porch was a black woman around the same age as me, give or take a couple of years. She was standing there in her long sun dress and no shoes with two kids that were playing ball tag who probably directed to her to my house since I had never saw her before.
I asked her what the problem was and she went off saying more of the "N" word and saying that it was her son that bit his lip but she was all enraged like my son had hit him or something and I told her that calling names is not necessary and that it was a accident that my kid would not hurt anyone on purpose. And asked her didn't the other kids tell her that. She didn't answer that she kept rambling on about that was her son, almost like a chant and then mentioned something that was gibberish to my ears and probably only made sense to her. After the tenth time I told her it was an accident she cocked her head to the side and said does she really know that? I told her yes she does know it and everyone who was outside playing knows it.
Finally she turned and walked in the direction of her house without saying another word trailed by the kids who brought her down here.
Her kid was back out in less than an hour going to Jack in The Box with his older sister who apologized for her mom saying she was sorry if her mom scared us but her mom was being overprotective. I accepted her apology for her mom but in the back of my mind I was thinking if that her way of being overprotective then I don't know what over protective is.
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