Family life.
May. 18th, 2011 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckShe has the name and birth date of her son tattooed on her upper arm. Every afternoon they go to the playground where she meets her sisters and cousins and sits on a bench, talking and smoking. Her little boy already has a reputation as the toughest and meanest of all the toddlers playing there. He's very athletic and at a bit over two and a half he doesn't speak much, but he climbs and runs and kicks every ball he can find. He is always the first to spy the ice-cream van. His front teeth are gone - too many sugary drinks.
But now Mama wants to go home. She calls his name. "I want to go." No reaction. He keeps on playing in the sandbox. She calls him again. He doesn't even look at her. She stays put on the bench, lighting another cigarette. Periodically, every three minutes or so, she shouts his name, drawing out every vowel: "Leeeeee-ooooon." He ignores her completely. His little cousin, a year older or so, tells him to listen to his Mama. He doesn't move, she doesn't move. "Leeeee-oooon". - Nothing.
Finally, she has enough: She walks over and grabs him and drags the now wailing kid to the bench. After getting dressed properly, he escapes, this time to join a ballgame. "Leeee-oooon". It's the same all over again.
They leave about forty minutes after her first announcement that they were going home.
(I kind of like him. He's fierce. Sometimes he plays peacefully with my kid. I don't like it though when he pushes my kid or when he punches his cousin or pulls his hair.)
But now Mama wants to go home. She calls his name. "I want to go." No reaction. He keeps on playing in the sandbox. She calls him again. He doesn't even look at her. She stays put on the bench, lighting another cigarette. Periodically, every three minutes or so, she shouts his name, drawing out every vowel: "Leeeeee-ooooon." He ignores her completely. His little cousin, a year older or so, tells him to listen to his Mama. He doesn't move, she doesn't move. "Leeeee-oooon". - Nothing.
Finally, she has enough: She walks over and grabs him and drags the now wailing kid to the bench. After getting dressed properly, he escapes, this time to join a ballgame. "Leeee-oooon". It's the same all over again.
They leave about forty minutes after her first announcement that they were going home.
(I kind of like him. He's fierce. Sometimes he plays peacefully with my kid. I don't like it though when he pushes my kid or when he punches his cousin or pulls his hair.)
