Not My Kid

Sandra

My least favorite part of every Thursday is the PTA meetings I get to attend. After waving good-bye to my boss/girlfriend, I walked with Andy to my car and drove to the school.
Andy sat in his seat, tapping his finger to the tune of the somg playing. I smiled at him, waiting for him to smile back.
"So, you like Leeona?"
He nodded.
"I like her too. I think she's a keeper, you agree?"
He nodded again with more excitement. I smiled back.
"Lets keep her." I pulled into the schools drive way.
After helping him out of the truck we walked inside and to the meeting room. Andy's smile fell when he saw the ither kids playing, since he was left out alot. I smiled down at him, he gave me a fake smile back. This is what worries me. His attitude, the way he prefers to hang out with me at the cafe then play with kids his age.
I sat in my seat across from Helena, who gave me a bitchy smile, and watched my brother go towards a bookshelf where the kids play. He spent most of his time reading.
I wasn't paying attention when Helena started talking about school lunches. They were taking away the choice of school lunches for the kids. They made it hard for kids to learn things they need to know in real life, like people skills. When Helena said we should have the students not speak to the lunch aids when ordering, I almost snapped.
"Are you joking, Helena?"
"Why are you asking that?"
"You are limiting the people skills these kids learn. If a child doesn't order what they want then how will they learn to in the real world?"
"My son is shy. I'm sure many kids at this school are as well."
"They don't need to be shut out of the world and babied! They need to grow up and be big kids. Order what they want. And your kid is six years old an can't tie his own shoes. Using your kid as an example is shameful on both of you."
"Are you speaking of my child that way?"
"Do you crap talk my little brother every day? And don't bother answering. The answer to both questions is yes."
"I do not smack talk a child."
"Bull, Helena. Bull. You know, I could call the cops for stealing my brothers bell for no reason twice."
"I don't have it."
"Then why doesn't he?"
"I- I don't know!" the woman stuttered. She pissed me off with her petty shit.
"This time, Helena, I have to agree with Sandra. Kids need people skills. If they don't learn them at a young age then they might never learn." Dona said
"Thank you Dona." I smiled at the plastic mother.
"But they aren't ready!"
"If not now then they never will be."
"Hmph!" Helena stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut.
"Who is taking her kids home this time?" Bill asked, sighing and leaning back in his chair.
"What do you mean? This has happened before?" I asked. What kind of mother would leave their child behind?
"Yeah, whenever most people disagree with her, she storms out and goes home to whine to her husband." Bill explained.
"Her kids can stay with me and Andy tonight. Can some one tell his father that his mother is a bafoon?" Bill laughed. He was starting to like me more and more.
So, I took the kids back to my apartment with me and Andy. He seemed really shy around the both of us, but he was mostly nice to Andrew. He wasn't such a bad kid. Sadly, I didn't realise that he had a twin. The twin is an asshole devil child. Tim and Tom. Tim was sweet and nice but shy while Tom was an asshole, loud mouth and rude. Tom sat upfront with me while Tim and Andy sat in the back. Neither could tie their own shoes so by their bed time, they learned how. I also fed them a real dinner and not just pastries. After they finished their homework I sent the boys to bed.
I fell asleep wondering what kind of person Helena is. First she leaves her kids at school and then she doesn't feed the anything other then pastries? That is bad parenting at its finest.