I really like observing scenes from American family life because they are so different from what I’m used to.
A colleague is greeting guests who have arrived at her house for a visit. As she is doing it, her kid keeps tugging on her sleeve pretty hard.
“Mom! MOOOM!! MOOOOOOOM!!” the kid repeats loudly while the mother is telling the guests she is happy to have them over.
The mother interrupts herself, turns to the kid, and with a truly angelic patience asks, “Yes, sweetie. What can I do for you?”
“Open this bottle of Pepsi,” the kid says.
The mother opens it and continues the conversation.
Can anybody guess how old the kid in question is?
Fourteen. Years old, that is. Not fourteen months. Years.
When I imagine acting like that in front of my mother at any age, my blood runs cold.
So I don’t know how I feel about this. On the one hand, I truly admire the mother’s patience and love for the kid. On the other hand, I’m perplexed because, culturally, I’m completely unprepared for this kind of thing. I know that if I were the parent in this situation, I would not be kind or understanding. I’d be livid.
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