Three posts in one week! I do believe that's an all-time record for this blog!
Not because I don't have much to say but because, these days, I spend most of my free time trying to figure out whether my lovely daughter is schizophrenic or just exhibiting normal two-year-old behavior ("I love you! Come here! Gimme a donut! Go away! That's mine! I don't like you! Kiss me! Get out!")
I'll save the details about the Peanut's bi-polarity for a future post. Today, I'm writing because I have some incredible news to share with all of you good readers. Not just any news but the kind of life-altering event that makes you look at the world from a whole new perspective. Ready for it?
This week, I looked evil straight in the eye and I survived to tell the tale!
See...every day when I pick up the Peanut from daycare, the two of us love to sit on the stoop outside our building and wait for BossLady to come home. While we wait, we play all these fun games together.
For example, on our block, there's a deli with a window facing out on the street. Peanut and I both think it's the acme of belly-aching hilarity when I throw her up in the air so that when the people inside the deli look out the window, all they see is a flying 2-year-old coming out of nowhere. Every time I toss her up and she's suspended in mid-air, she waves at everyone inside and yells, "Hi!"
Another game we play is called, "Is THAT your mommy?" We sit side by side and I point at random women and ask Peanut whether that's her mommy.
The other day, I pointed to a woman that we know from the neighborhood. As soon as I asked Peanut, "Is that your mommy?", her 7-year-old son came running up to me and, in a truly demonic voice (at least 5 octaves lower than any normal pre-pubescent child,) screamed, "NO! THAT'S MY MOMMMMMMY!"
Then? He reached across both my arms and scratched them so hard with his claws that he drew blood!
The little shit then runs back to his mother (who doesn't do a damn thing!) and turns to shoot me the most terrifyingly evil stare I've ever seen in my 38 years on this planet (and remember, I'm Korean. Nobody on the planet gives death stares like Koreans.)
I swear the look on this kid's face and the sheer hate spewing from his eyes sent shivers through my bones. If evil has a face, I'm pretty sure this was it. Three days later, I'm STILL having nightmares about it.
Everyone in the neighborhood knows he's a weird kid with a lot of issues but it's only now that I'm realizing that he may truly be the Antichrist. I've already sent out e-mails to all my neighbors advising them to keep a close eye on their pets and I plan on warning all the local priests as well.
When I tell some of my friends this story, their normal response is, "Ha Ha, you're so funny, Pierre! I'm sure the kid isn't THAT bad! You're just exaggerating."
Oh yeah? Well then, how come the kid's best friend is a fucking hamster with a knife in its forehead? How come his eyes glow red? Why does he chop the heads off his stuffed animals? Why is that whenever he's near me, I hear lightening and thunder? And isn't that ever-present baseball cap on his head just there to cover up the horns?
Ok, so I made some of that shit up but am I really overreacting? After all, Ted Bundy killed his first victim at the age of 14. And everyone knows that kids are growing up faster these days, right?
Have any of you ever met a kid that you felt sure was going to grow up and be a complete sociopath? One who bore more than a faint resemblance to the Antichrist?
What should I do? Check his head for the sign of the beast? Look for horns? Stock up on holy water? Hang onion and garlic on my front door? Buy everyone I love some Armor of God PJs? Alert the authorities?
Please help, dear readers! I really love our neighborhood and I don't want to move because of young Satan!
Holy crap, creepy kids are the worst.
One of my friends has a pretty creepy son, and try getting out of that one - when you love your friend but her son says things like "My kitty told me I have two stomachs and one needs to get out".
Gah, *Shudder*
Posted by: Lauren | March 29, 2007 at 03:55 PM
Have you tried holding out a crucifix and seeing how he reaacts?
Posted by: Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | March 29, 2007 at 03:56 PM
Perhaps offering a drink of holy water?
Posted by: Woman with Kids | March 29, 2007 at 04:05 PM
Dude, we got a kid like that in our neighborhood too. Scares the crap out of me!
Posted by: Brent | March 29, 2007 at 04:32 PM
there's one in AM's class. there are more than a few of us who are 100% sure that this kid's gonna end up the next uni-bomber or bundy . . . *shudder*
Posted by: Angie in Texas | March 29, 2007 at 04:54 PM
I laughed out loud (at work!) while reading this....
then I wondered about the kid and his issues. I'm married to an ADHD and the parent of an Autie - so I always second guess any judgement of a child - then it occurred to me, his baby sister - who shows every sign of being fairly neurotypical - could quite well turn out the same way - she runs and grabs me and screams no and tries to push us apart any time my husband tries to hug me. and she will literally push her big (much bigger) brother out of a place she wants - and she's not even 18 months old... I sometimes ponder if some of the times big brother is a bit rough with her isn't just self defense...
Posted by: | March 29, 2007 at 05:12 PM
Holy crap, I thought the Army of God pajamas were a joke but then I realized they were completely serious! THAT'S scary!
Posted by: leora | March 29, 2007 at 05:17 PM
If things keep going the way they are, this kid will probably grow up to be President.
Posted by: Dayjamas | March 29, 2007 at 05:50 PM
Screw the kid -- I need a pair of those PJ's! Perhaps Peanut could start carrying a "holy sippy cup" to defend the MD family.
Posted by: Vampdaddy | March 29, 2007 at 06:06 PM
Sounds like a case that Jacob the Jeweler can help you with...cuz who wants to wear a wooden crucifix around their necks (am I right ladies)?
Get yourself a neato crucifix, bling that mug out, get it blessed by a Priest, and wear that mug out around the town. And while you're at it, get the Peanut one too (it'll further delve her into her Jive talkin').
Chances are the Bling alone will send him and his momma running to the nearest dark alley to hide from the shine of the diamonds and platinum.
And he scratched you?
Get your rabies shot.
Posted by: Latia | March 29, 2007 at 06:11 PM
I ran a camp. I dealt with lots of sociopath kids every summer. And a few psychopaths. Always a good time.
One of them used to just beat the shit out of other kids, and not understand why he was in trouble. He literally couldn't make the connection to the consequence.
It was eerie.
Then he got his ass kicked by one of his victims.
Strangely? Never did it again.
Posted by: Meg | March 29, 2007 at 06:55 PM
I used to work at a kid's summer camp, and it was always a little eerie when several kids would start up a conversation about torturing animals. No kidding. And the ones who were REALLY eager to learn about tying knots and starting fires also kinda wigged me out.
Posted by: Holmes | March 29, 2007 at 08:32 PM
My brother's kid is a raging psycho. He totally freaks me out. Last summer, I caught him tearing the legs off a spider one by one. The look of sheer joy on his face terrified me.
Posted by: Snoop Dogg | March 29, 2007 at 08:34 PM
I'm looking forward to hearing your post about the Peanut's bi-polarity, MD. My two year old has been driving us insane lately!
Posted by: Lena | March 29, 2007 at 09:11 PM
Shoot some holy water in a squirt gun at him and see if it burns!
Posted by: | March 29, 2007 at 09:15 PM
The tag for this post is brilliant, MD.
Posted by: landismom | March 29, 2007 at 09:40 PM
I vote for the PJs. They certainly ensure that this evil kid -- or any other kid for that matter -- will ever come near the child wearing them.
Posted by: prescott | March 29, 2007 at 10:09 PM
Fuck, of course that would be "never come near"... goddamn bourbon...
Posted by: prescott | March 29, 2007 at 10:11 PM
I'm with prescott, even if he's drunk.
Go for the pajamas. That way, not only will Satanino run in the opposite direction, but the Jehovah's Witnesses might be freaked enough to stay away too.
And I'm sure it will be a hit with the deli diners!
Posted by: JJ Daddy Baby Momma | March 29, 2007 at 10:24 PM
Hey,I had Damien in my hood a couple of years back, too. We were in the park, and Damien ran into the center of one of those galvanized spinning wheels that induce vomiting in kids with weak stomachs and declared in that same deep voice, "I summon the dark lord". I kept looking over my shoulder for ravens and bull mastifs.
You're in NYC--my recommendation: confrontation, but in an Alan Fundt sort of way. I definitely would have paid good money to see MD's inpromptu response...
Posted by: R2Dad | March 29, 2007 at 10:37 PM
Whoa! 3 posts in one week, you're da man and we're so blessed!
So that's where Rosemary's baby ended up, in your neighborhood. Better yours than mine dude!
Posted by: Waya | March 29, 2007 at 11:30 PM
"I love you! Come here! Gimme a donut! Go away! That's mine! I don't like you! Kiss me! Get out!"
If that doesn't cover the emotional whirlwind of a 2 year old, I don't know what does!
Posted by: Mick | March 29, 2007 at 11:45 PM
Follow them home, then anonymously sign them up for "spiritual visits" from representatives of every denomination you can identify. Maybe one of them will work.
Been there, prosecuted that, and now try to forget them. Seriously, some kids are messed up and our legal/social system does little about it until they've murdered someone. Or two or three...
Posted by: rwc | March 29, 2007 at 11:46 PM
The Devil Wears Playdough? Bwahahaha, MD! You crack me up!
Posted by: Lulu | March 29, 2007 at 11:58 PM
Holy water.
Posted by: Mom101 | March 30, 2007 at 12:06 AM
Shit, I forgot your question once I clicked on the Armor of God PJ's link. I added the express shipping option so I'm going to sleep gooooood this weekend.
Posted by: Matthew | March 30, 2007 at 01:08 AM
damn, those pjs are $50!!!
Posted by: Sheri | March 30, 2007 at 01:18 AM
Oh, dear. How did you find those PJs? Why, of course you should get them...for the entire NEIGHBORHOOD! Because, you know, New Yorkers would really appreciate them (in a weird, random, New Yorker kind of way).
"...his mother (who doesn't do a damn thing!)..."
Not even a "No, Timmy, we don't scratch and draw blood."? Hmmm...
Posted by: KG | March 30, 2007 at 01:37 AM
Don't you try any of those "Yo momma..." jokes on him. They might be your last.
Posted by: David | March 30, 2007 at 03:31 AM
There's a girl in my daughter's class that I'm sure I'm going to hear about on the news in ten years or so - truly evil. My advice? Stay away. Stay far, far away....
Posted by: Rachel E. | March 30, 2007 at 07:31 AM
Oh dear, sounds like a creepy kid. Smudge him with a sage stick and pour holy water on his head. Be all nonchalant about it, like it’s a cool game. That should do it.
Posted by: Kathy | March 30, 2007 at 09:10 AM
Boy, I miss the days when kids got a good old-fashioned spanking when they did something wrong, violent, or just plain mean.
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Posted by: Andres Bonifacio | March 30, 2007 at 09:45 AM
Garlic...you need garlic to ward off this monster!
Posted by: erin | March 30, 2007 at 11:32 AM
Personally, I can't get past the PJ's!
Posted by: StubbyDog | March 30, 2007 at 12:24 PM
I can't believe you are making fun of a kid with such serious issues. The poor child just needs some help.
Just kidding. Kid sounds like a fucking nut.
Posted by: whit | March 30, 2007 at 12:25 PM
He scratched you??? Seriously? Should hit his mom with a little lawsuit, maybe then she'd pay attention.
Although, I have to say the Armor of God PJs scare me way more than the kid.
Posted by: honglien123 | March 30, 2007 at 01:19 PM
I think you should annonymously send a priest over to the kids' house. Even somebody dressed like a priest. Tell the kid it's holy water and sprinkle it on him. See what happens.
Posted by: Jonathon | March 30, 2007 at 02:36 PM
I completely missed the armor of god PJs-the perfect gift for the english soccer hooligan in every family!
Posted by: R2Dad | March 30, 2007 at 03:36 PM
Now....
This may not be everyone's cup of tea, but this is my recommendation.
Airsoft sniper rifle.
Check out www.airsoftextreme.com
What you do, is you get one of these bad boys. Not the fully automatic ones, but one of the bolt-action sniper rifles.
When you see this little kid. Just pull it out, slide the bolt back, and you can take him with an 8mm biodegradable BB that will fly upwards of 600 fps if you want it to go that fast.
But, you don't have to make it go that fast. It's silent, stings like a mofo, and if you shoot him somewhere like the fat int he small of the back, I guarantee you make the kid cry.
It's useful on other NYC nuisances as well.
It works well in Chicago.
Posted by: Mikeymike | March 30, 2007 at 04:30 PM
Careful, dude, you don't want to wind up like Gregory Peck, or that guy who had the run in with a truckload of plate glass.....
Posted by: JJ Daddy-O | March 30, 2007 at 04:56 PM
You had me crying. I can't get over the sheer craziness of that interaction. Damn.
I've never met a kid like that personally, but my friend is an elementary school teacher and had one in his class last year. Jake said the hair on the back of his neck would stand up every time he had to see that kid. The kid's parents were totally normal, and were trying to do everything to straighten their son out. But Jake is convinced that boy will be on a bell tower with a deer rifle in the next 15 years.
RED RUM RED RUM!
Posted by: Samantha Jo Campen | March 30, 2007 at 06:13 PM
I just have to say that what scared me the most about this post was the link to the Armor of God pj's. When that page popped up and I saw red and white satin with children carrying shields I thought What the F*#%!
Posted by: pokettiger | March 30, 2007 at 07:05 PM
Hey MD,
I think every neighborhood has (at least) one of them.
I raised a child like the one you mentioned! One time, when he was small, he slapped his grandmother! There was another time when he wanted to stand in the middle of traffic "to see what it would feel like". I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture. (I own a DSM IV.) Thank God for health care, psychologists and drugs. He's perfectly normal now; he grew out of it. The trick is to not show fear (and run like the wind).
Sounds like the Peanut is testing the waters to see how high her parents will jump and respond to her whims. Perfectly normal.
Posted by: LeeMarvin | March 30, 2007 at 09:29 PM
"The Devil Wears Playdough" tag cracked my ass up, MD. Love it.
Posted by: Jennifer | March 30, 2007 at 11:02 PM
Squirt gun + holy water.
And maybe mace as a backup. But I hear if you mace a demon they get really angry and spew acid (with souls of angry cats).
It was good knowin' ya'...
Posted by: creative-type dad | March 31, 2007 at 01:45 AM
PK. Better get a rabies shot. He reminds me of a neighbor of mine growing up in Jersey. This dude was possessed. The worst thing he did was swing one of those beaded jump ropes at my brother while he was riding his bike. The rope wrapped around his neck and yanked him off his bike.
Maybe the demon that scratched you is my guy's kid??
And dig the "who's your mommy?" game. Nice, discrete way to check out babes.
Posted by: Mitch McDad | March 31, 2007 at 03:04 PM
1. - Definately stop throwing your kid in the air. I can't tell you the number of parents who have regretted doing that when their child was in the emergency room.
2. - Change towns and get away from the spawn of satan as fast as possible.
Posted by: Dayngr | March 31, 2007 at 10:12 PM
pretty terrifying. but if worse comes to worse, maybe you can sit on him or something until his mom decides to come over and pitch in. he's 7 right? you could probably take him...but I'd wear those protective padded sleeves like those attack dog trainers just in case. I'm curious if his mom has ever followed up on the incident.
Posted by: mox | March 31, 2007 at 11:22 PM
Get yourself a tetanus booster.
Get the kid some stock in oil and Halliburton. I think you've found a future vice-president.
Posted by: nbtd1 | April 01, 2007 at 10:53 AM