Recently Little Man and I had to take a trip to the post office. I can't stand the post office! Unfortunately, I sold some stuff on eBay and then my printer decided it hated me so I couldn't print the shipping labels. Hence the need to visit the post office.
Little Man and I enter the post office and I remember why I don't like going there. Only one person is working, 5 people are in line and it is dead silent, or at least it was silent until I entered with a 2 year old.
I needed to fill out forms and get a flat rate box for one order.
Little Man decided to fill the silence with a little singing. Really what's more fun when you're two than singing loudly in a room that echos.
I hushed him but he told me "Mommy, I'm singing!" I thought about it and decided that the post office could use a little cheer.
We stand in line longer.
Little man starts his rendition of Veggietales "If. You. Like. To. Talk. To. Amatoes! If a smile! I got a show for you! Buddy Tales, Buddy Tales, Buddy Tales!"
He sang really loud so I hushed Little Man again. I didn't care if he sang I just didn't want him to yell. He quieted down and continued to sing.
Eventually we made it to the counter when I hear a lady talking. Since up until this point the only person who has made any noise is Little Man I turn around.
A lady, who is wearing a matching track suit with her 9 year old daughter, is looking at an old lady and explaining that you don't know the situation and sometimes you can't spank a child. What if he is a foster kid?
Suddenly I realize that this lady is defending me to the old lady!
Old Lady: Well in my day you took a kid outside and spanked them when they didn't listen.
Lady in Track Suit: Well you don't know her situation.
Old Lady: I don't care kids these days need to obey their parents.
Me to the lady behind the counter: Laughing. Well now I'm just going to let him sing. :) I proceed to ignore Little Man while they argue
Lady behind the counter: puzzled expression. Do you want shipping confirmation?
I paid for my packages and left laughing.
I wanted to tell the old lady that he was a foster kid or that he had some sort of disorder to make her feel bad. Instead I ignored her completely.
Really, I never told Little Man to stop just to hush. Even if he had been doing something wrong there is no way I would have gotten out of line to spank him. If I did that I would have been at the post office for years!
Old lady there are no rules about not singing in the post office. Believe me I'm a rule follower.
Lady in the track suit thanks for helping a momma out!
