Vindication

Last weekend my friend stayed with my host family and me. It was a pleasant break for me because instead of me the kids thought it would be fun to torture my friend for awhile instead. I cant say I’m not a little bit happy about that since I had been going on and on about this psycho three year old who haunts my nightmares. “I mean come on, Julie, she’s just a three year old how bad can she be?” they said. Well I’ll tell you a story shall I? I was in my room, sleeping on my bed, it had been a long day…. when suddenly somebody slaps me across my face. For those of you who know me pretty well you will know that nothing drives me closer to murder than being awakened from sleep, this includes adorable three year olds, especially when they laugh and try to do it again. All this went through my mind as my friend was been abused by the children. I now had proof from another person; yes the tiny psycho child is real. The other day I was talking with my host mother. I had not really mentioned anything about how crazy her youngest child was thinking, correctly that she was fully aware of this fact, but today I was still peeved about the latest broken thing in my room. I point to the little girl who has now passed out from her day of being evil. I say “this one is crazy”. “Yes” My host mother laughs. “I don’t know why though, my mother, she says that the worse a child is when they are young the shyer and quite they are when they get old.” I think about this, I think about my own childhood tantrums. I say “let’s hope” and we laugh.