Seriously?

This morning was awesome! Caylee stayed up for an hour and a half in the middle of the night with gas but then she let me sleep for 4 1/2 hours straight! I am such a better mom when I get sleep. I type this as I listen to her pooping in the other room. . .another poop, another feeding and I'll be able to finish it later, I guess.
So, I felt great this morning. I decided to take the kids for a walk. "The kids". That sounds so funny to me. We went to the park. Joshua was good the whole time. No time outs. . .no talking back. He didn't utter that word one time. The word that I hear him say at least 50 times a day. No kidding. . .Can you guess it? The word is "No". He even uses it to begin most of his sentences. It's like he anticipates not being able to get his way. Example: "No, I want to watch Thomas the Train!" And that's me doing my own thing and him coming into the room to tell me. "No, I want juice!" We're working on the "May I please. . .thank you. . .and your welcome", again. He's getting better. I think it's really going to take at least a month for things to get back to some sort of normal for him. He's down for a nap. . .that's good. He didn't fight it, either. I think I'm starting to get my Joshua back.
At the park it was beautiful. It was sunny, breezy, perfect temperature. . .I was sitting on a bench underneath a shade tree watching Joshua roll his cars down the slide. A pre-teen looking boy with shaggy hair and a hat. . .probably taller than me came over, sat down next to me and asked which kid was mine. I thought it was strange that he was asking me that, but I answered him and smiled. He told me Joshua was cute. About 30 seconds later, I figured out the reason he was sitting by me. He was using me as protection of sorts. Two other teenage boys came over to the bench and started asking him to fight. The boy that was sitting on the bench said, "You really want to get kicked in the balls? I'm not going to fight you right now. I have a girlfriend here (she was sitting at a picnic table underneath a ramada). The other two boys were egging him on saying, "It's now or never!" I wouldn't have gotten involved if it didn't irritate me that these little boys had the mouths of sailors. So, after a bad word, I interupted and said, "Hey, could you please watch your language, there's kids over here." One of the boys looked at me with squinty eyes and then seemed sorry when he apologized. Then he continued trying to get this other kid to go somewhere else to fight him. The kid next to me said, "Can't you see, there's adults around here?" At this point, I was irritated with these two boys standing over the bench I was sitting on. They were interupting my beautiful day with discusting attitudes and squeaky puberty voices that I shouldn't have to deal with yet. I have at least another 10 years until I'm supposed to parent that. I interupted again, "I'd rather you not talk like this around my son. You really should leave. We were here first and my son doesn't need to be around this kind of behavior." Well, I became the role modle today. I was the parent looking over those kids shoulders telling them that the behavior they were exibiting was not appropriate. I said, "Are you serious? Are you being serious or are you really friends?" I almost didn't know. Boys treat each other that way sometimes when they're friends. . .but they were so young and squeaky that it was almost comical to listen to them try to fight. The boy standing over the bench trying to pick the fight said, "I'm serious." Then, the kids kept at it. He kept trying to get the other boy to go fight him. He said, "you don't just flick (yes he said flick, not flip) me off and then run away at the bus stop!" I said, "why can't you just ignore it?" He said, "I can, but it made me really angry." So, I said, "Why can't you just talk it out? Let me explain something to you. In the real world, when you become an adult, when you're on your own and you have bills to pay, if you handle things like this you'll end up in jail. It's more respectable to just walk away." He said, "But you can't just flick me off and run away!" So, I said, " I don't agree with what he did, either, but you're a better person if you just walk away. So, please walk away." And they did. The other boy that was sitting next to me had his head resting in his hands, eyes covered by his unruly hair and he just sat there for a minute. Then he got up, seemed almost embarrased by what had happened and he went back over to the ramada where his friends were. His "girlfriend" had left in the middle of the verbal fight between the boys. He told this other girl underneath the ramada not to tell his girlfriend but that he wished that she was his girlfriend instead. Another boy said, "but don't you love her?" He said, "Yes, but if she wasn't here, I would have fought him." So, I stopped listening and went back to enjoying my peacefully breezy day. So, now, I have one thing left to say about that. Seriously?