Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-36742973-20190620223631/@comment-36195412-20190706224853

alright y'all time to pump this up with a story about how not I, but my mother, put a rude child in his place

So my mother had taken me to this family reunion at the park, and, as it was hot and I was gonna be bored, had brought me a swimsuit so I could go to the pool at the park. She was sitting in a chair near the pool with her bag and things. While I was swimming around and living my life, someone yelled "Hey!" in a way that seemed like they knew me. Confused, I turned and saw two boys I'd never met, about in third or fourth grade, one holding a small rainbow ball like he was about to throw it at me. Naturally, I was suspicious.

Redheaded Boy shifts, while Brunette Boy started to explain. "So," he said, lifting the ball, "see thiiiiiis?"

Redhead unintentionally saved me by accidentally shoving Brunette, who shoves him back. They get into a pool war, kinda, while I walk-swim away.

They continued to watch and point at me while I was swimming, but never did anything until later. It made me really uncomfortable, and I went to the very deep end of the pool several times to try and shake them, but to no avail.

Later, Brunette came up to me with a pool noodle. He said "Hey!" once more and then, with no warning and with the most malicious expression, blew into the end of the noodle, squirting pool water directly into my face. It didn't get in my eyes--they were shut, and I had my glasses on anyways--but the force of it still hurt.

Lo and behold, Brunette Boy was snickering. "Was that fUnNy?" he said, grinning as I tried in vain to wipe my eyes.

Hahaha, little did he know I am literally the world's biggest tattletale.

''"MOOOOOOOOOOOOM! MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" ''I shouted. Sure, I sounded whiny, but it gave my mother a signal and confused the kid, who probably thought he'd be funny and go under if I tried to attack him. She started to come over--keep in mind I was against the pool's edge, and she could lean over and smack that kid if she wanted--and gave that kid the most angry death glare, said for me to get out of the pool, and we left with dignity that Brunette didn't have.

Needless to say, he no longer held his smile and looked troubled, and my mom bought me an ICEE later to make up for my traumatizing experience at the pool.

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is it bad that I'm proud of her