Todzilla

As much as I might joke about Gremlin, she is really sweet, loving and enjoyable. Plus, she only hits me when I really deserve it. Raise your hand if I just described your ex-boyfriend!

Anyways, a couple times a week I take Gremlin to her adorable little 'toddler gym'. It gets her energy out and exposes her to all the other little Gremlin's so that they can compare notes on how to take over the world. One other 'little' girl, in particular, does not seem to take a very diplomatic approach. This girl, we'll call her Todzilla, has an extreme attachment to toys. No toddler really enjoys sharing, but Todzilla appears to have serious anxiety seeing all the little one's playing with the toys in the room. It's as if she's envisioning a massacre with the end result being her laughing maniacally in a pile of bloody toys.

Normally I've observed her bullying which ever unsuspecting child crosses her path. She pushes boys over, and grabs things out of other kids' hands. She's like a little cave-person. But today she decided to focus on my child. Of course I go into super-defensive-mommy mode, but where do you draw the line in disciplining another moms tyrant? The thing is, Todzilla's mom caters to this behavior. It's weak. It's as if she, too, is afraid of Todzilla. Every time her daughter makes mine cry she avoids eye contact with me and mumbles an apology. I'm sure it's embarrassing for her, but she's in good company. If she needs to pull her little beast aside and beat the shit out of her, no one understands more than a room full of other toddler moms.

Weak. Weak. Weak.