Hey! I made a little boy cry at the library last night! Excellent!

We go to the library every Monday night for story time. After story time is over, we scrounge up some high quality literature to take home with us (I finished "C is for Corpse" (Good) and "Cirlce of Grace" (not so much). The didn't have "D is for whatever" so I'm taking a break on Kinsey for a bit.)

Chris is standing at one of the puzzle tables with another little boy (maybe three years old) and a couple of little girls (4 and 5 maybe). I am about ten feet or so away on the computer looking up (what else?) dinosaur books. Out of the clear blue, I hear my darling child's voice. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Etc." I look over and yell (not to loudly, it is the library you know) "Chris! Stop it!" I notice the little boy is also saying it. I head over toward the table and can hear the little boy now saying, "Dumb ass. Dumb ass. Dumb ass. Etc." I kneel down in front of Chris, a la Nanny Jo, and get my finger working in his face. "Do Not speak like that. (I don't know why I have started saying "speak" instead of "talk". I'm from rural Oklahoma for cripes sake.) You know you don't use words like that. That isn't nice." The little girls are gaping at me with huge eyes and the little boy squeaks out, "It was me! I was being naughty!" I looked at him and (very nicely) said, "Don't be naughty." and on went the water works..."Waaaaahhhh....Mommy!....Mommy!....Waaaaahhhhh" and off he went, running around trying to find his mom. I was expecting a confrontation with his mom, but no go. Darn it. I could use a good Mommy Fight.