The second time I have ever wanted to get in a fight with another mother

Saturday night was party night and much partying ensued.  HOWEVER, before the partying I almost had to beat up another mom.

The party was in Clarkston and my folks live in Grand Blanc, so the plan was to meet my parents at Halo Burger, one of my favorite restaurants, to hand over the children.  We went to the one with the giant play structure, also known as the one that is NOT personality plus.  It started out great.  We ran into my cousin Mike and his family.  They are a delight.  I got a delicious cheesburger and Cherry Coke.  I managed to nab a dinosaur shaped chicken nugget (they like to call them drummies) from one of the kids.  The kids love to play in the giant play structure and that allowed me plenty of time to chat with my cousins and my parents.

After the kids were in the play structure for a while, I heard a nice pretty mom say that one of the kids in the play structure was sick and throwing up.  An ugly big nosed blond mom started screaming at the top of her lungs, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!  WHERE IS HER MOM?  WHO'S KID IS SHE?  EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!  THAT IS SO GROSS!"  Then she started gagging.  After the first mom who was nice and pretty mentioned that someone was sick, I looked and found that it was my lovely, beautiful, sweet, smart, two year old daughter that was sick up at the top level of the play structure.  She was puking right through the cargo net section that you are supposed to climb through.  It was pretty gross, but there was no need to gag.  Without notifying the loud, ugly, obnoxious, blond mom, I climbed up into the play structure.  Finally my short stature was good for something besides being adorable.  I was able to wiggle up to the top.  I tried to call my sweet little darling towards me, but she was too scared.  I had to climb through the tube to get her.  As I crawled through the structure it started to move really weird.  I was very sure that I was breaking it and that we would both fall through.  Luckily, I was able to get my little sweetheart and bring her back down.

After we got out of the play structure, the terrible mom was making snide remarks and what not. I made sure not to look at her...not because I was embarrassed, but because I was afraid I would leap at her and punch her in the face.  I was fuming all the way to the party.  Luckily, getting back together with great friends that I hadn't seen in a while was wonderful, and my rage subsided.  Unluckily for my mom, my sweet little darling puked the whole time we were gone.

The first time I wanted to beat up another mom was the day I had to take my sweet darling out of the movie Brave because she was crying and a mom yelled at us that she was going to get security to escort us out.  It was dark that day, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same evil woman.