Sunday, February 22, 2009

Don't Be That Guy!

Just got back from a 2 year-old's birthday party (my daughter's facebook friend). They write on walls, that's about it. There was a big backyard, random kid music, pizza, and a moon bounce. Birthday girl was all clammed up and acting shy in her highchair. The other kids, mostly cousins of said birthday girl, were a little older. So that left me, my wife, and daughter to play. She (my daughter) begged to "Jump" so we took her shoes off and threw her inside the Sesame Street-themed, air-filled bouncy jungle thing.

Everything is going well. Happy smiles. Laughs. Big jumps and padded falls and bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, like Tigger.

Then the older kids join the fun. More bouncing, a few screams, some trepidation on my daughter's part, but she gets over it, holds her own like a champ in there, and everything is still fine.

And then......

Drum roll please......
That Guy (That Forty Year-Old Guy) decides it would be a good idea to join the moon bounce party. Don't act like you don't know That Guy because you do. Uncle Jack-fart gets the bright idea that bouncing with all the kids will be the perfect time for him to get some favorite-uncle-face-time with the nieces and nephews.
Bad idea Uncle Jack-flip (showing restraint here).
He climbs in to screams and hollers from the older kids, which totally freaks out my 2 YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER. He jumps a few times. Harder. Higher. And then more high-pitched screams and higher jumping and bouncing from everyone.

Meanwhile - my daughter is tucked in the corner somewhere between petrified and frozen-faced from Uncle Jack-rod's size and impulsive fun time jumping games. Moments later, the screams come and the panicked shortened breaths and my daughter is in PMM (pure meltdown mode). My wife quickly pulls her out of Sesame Street funhouse turned Godzilla crushes hopes and dreams land and you know what....

Uncle Jack-jerk keeps on jumping. Even the older kids stopped to help my daughter out of nightmareville.

***Bulletin Announcement: Open your eyes Uncle Jack-dung... you're an adult, so act like one when one is needed (at the very minimum).

Character type: Uncle Roy - never marries but always brings a girl. Sucks down a couple Hard Lemonades and then joins the kiddie table where he cracks inappropriate jokes which later gets back to kids' parents but no one has the ummphhh to say something to him until Uncle Roy takes it too far one day and does something stupid like crash the moon bounce party. Finally someone speaks up and Uncle Roy plays dumb and says, "What? Me? Come on, I was just havin a little fun."

Four Words for all of you: DON'T BE THAT GUY!

3 comments:

  1. Where I come from, the uncle gets his butt thrown out of the blow-up house by a tougher, less-drunk auntie.

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  2. I'm not that guy, but that guy would make a great character. Did you take notes?

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  3. I hate those guys.

    In our house, "That Guy" refers to people who drive with their turn signals on. For seventeen miles.

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