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Miss Bossy Pants

Miss Bossy Pants and Grandma/Nanny
I was at the park with my 2 year old granddaughter when a little girl around 3 years of age came over basically to let us know that she was the boss of the playground. She was telling Makenna where she could go and what she could do. Finally I said in a polite voice, "She's only 2." She yelled, " SO! My brother's only 2 and he can do what I say."  I  decided that was my red flag - time to remove ourselves from the situation. So I packed up the stroller and went over to the swings. But, before I got a push in, along comes Miss Bossy Pants telling Makenna to pump as she screamed instructions like a drill sargent. Up and down, up and down she chanted while getting on the swing  next to us. Thankfully two other women walked over for their kids to swing - they became blessed with her instructions. Soon she was bored with each of us since we all ignored her comments and demands - except for Makenna who was soaking it all in. She then started screaming across the park for someone named Amanda. Before I knew it an elderly woman that is either grandma or nanny came over, and Miss Bossy Pants demanded a push. It seemed as if this poor woman barely made her way back to the baby swings so she could push Miss Bossy Pants little brother, when Miss Bossy Pants screamed, "Amanda, come here right now! And she did. Once Amanda made her way to the swing she continued screaming out orders to this poor woman. Such as, "twist me now, push me high, and push me right now!" Not once did I hear a please. When Amelia said no to the twisting for fear that she would get hurt, she demanded that she do it NOW! And she did, and I didn't hear a thank you. I was giving her the mom stare while the other women were staring at Amanda in shock. Are you kidding me? When did we quit teaching kids about respect or simple manners?
Makenna taking notes on being 3 and in charge
This isn't the first time I've witnessed this behavior. It seems kids just aren't taught how to behave anymore. They're screaming in restaurants, running around stores, hiding in racks, talking back to their parents, interrupting while adults are having a conversation. addressing adults by first names, and asking questions that are none of their business. I don't get it... does anyone parent anymore?

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.  -Tina Fey

"When you're eight years old nothing is your business." 
Lenny Bruce.
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