child thief

I completely forgot to write about the crazy 4 yr old Russian boy (named David) that happened upon our Mother's Day BBQ yesterday. This is pretty much the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me...

The 5 of us were just sitting around the grill talking and I look up to see a little boy running very fast in our direction. As he approached I couldn't tell if he was going to run up and talk to us or just run past, but I soon got my answer because he headed straight for Molly's Mother's Day balloons that were hooked onto the picnic table in the center of our group. The little boy proceeded to unhook the balloons and play with them. His Dad was right behind him and said absolutely nothing. I sat there speechless as I watched this little boy take some stranger's balloons and his father did nothing to stop him. His father began to talk to us a little bit and said that they were Russian and the boy's name is David. Then David began to run away with the balloons and his father just clapped his hands to call him back. Well, this did not call David back so his father finally followed him into some tall brush 100 yds from where we were sitting. I could not believe the bad manners from father and son that I had just witnessed, I really couldn't find the words to express my disbelief because I had never seen anything like it.

Well, it gets better...much better. After a few minutes of peace and quiet, David found his way back to our table (balloons still in hand and father in tow). I had been sipping on a can of Diet Coke and placed it in the arm cup holder of the camping chair I was sitting in. David walked right up to me, grabbed the half full Diet Coke, sat down in one of our camping chairs and began to chug it (I'm talking frat-boy style chugging); he didn't take a breath or lower the can until it was completely gone. Needless to say, I was in complete and total SHOCK! I couldn't believe what had just happened...and to make matters worse, this little boy's father stood there and watched the whole thing and said absolutely nothing, AGAIN.

When David was done with my soda he threw the empty can about 5 feet behind him and said "tootie fruity" about 10 times in a row (probably would have been cute if he hadn't just stolen my soda). His father picked up the can and placed it on our picnic table and still said nothing. Then David grabbed his balloons (apparently they were his now) and ran off to disrupt some other stranger's Mother's Day picnic.

I'm not sure if I have described these events in a way that accurately depict the magnitude of what I experienced yesterday, but I have tried my best. This whole incident completely blows my mind and I just can not understand the rudeness and complete disregard for other people's property and space. I mean who lets their child do that?!