Rude Cow

3 September 2008, 14:13

This morning, Scout and I went along with some of the other mums from mother’s group to a “Dancing” session at Fairfield Library.

There were about 30 kids there, with their parents – half of the kids were reluctant to dance, including Scout who looked truly freaked out by this hardcore woman wearing a leotard, yelling commands and singing off key with dodgy hand gestures that she was “encouraging” them to follow.

She kept stopping the music asking the mums and dads to stop talking. Fair enough, but half of those recalcitrant parents were actually just trying to get their kids to dance in the easiest way possible – communicating with them (noooo!)

Scout was snuggling into me on the sidelines, very uncharacteristic for her as she is the first to perform in front of a bunch of kids – I’m guessing she found the whole atmosphere a bit confronting, as you would if you were two.

Then our silly dancing twit, who had the child interaction skills of a slug, stopped the music, huffed a bit and said to the parents who’d coughed up $6 for the privilege of being shouted at:

“If you can’t stop talking, then go out into the corridor where we can see you but can’t hear you or PUT A SHOE IN YOUR MOUTH.”

Omigod, Scout and I left at that point – and as I left I muttered to the woman at the door “Rude Cow”, hoping that I’d say it loud enough for her to hear, but she was off on a dancing tangent, busy shouting at the kids to PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LIE DOWN SLEEPING! 1 2 3 WAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUP. ROUND AND ROUND WALKING WALKING WALKING ROUND AND ROUND LIE DOWN 1 2 3 WAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUP.

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