Fat Chops' Revenge

Fat Chops has a little bit of a temper.  Nothing major but when things aren't going his way, he will make sure that you (and anyone else with a 50 metre radius) knows all about it.  Even knowing that he doesn't suffer fools I was surprised by his outburst on Friday.

I picked them up and when we pulled up outside the house the boys asked if they could play on the green area outside our house with some of the other children that were out there.  It was a lovely late summer evening and I thought they should make the most of it so I sent them across the road.  Then I went to bring my bag into the house and when I came out Monkey Boy was crying as if he had been shot by a sniper and Fat Chops was hurling abuse at the kids that they wanted to play it not two minutes earlier.

I assumed that one of the kids had pushed Monkey Boy and Fat Chops was fighting his corner.  I ran over to console Monkey Boy and when Fat Chops had finished venting he started bawling crying too.  Eventually I calmed Monkey Boy down enough for him to tell me that the kids had told them they weren't allowed play with them because they were babies.  This was all it took for Monkey Boy to be completely heartbroken and for Fat Chops to be alternately heartbroken/furious.  Well, mostly furious.

I brought them inside and told them not to worry about it we were going to go out somewhere nice anyway.  Monkey Boy soon calmed down and started to play something else.  Fat Chops began to plot.

"I'm going to punch them bold boys in the stomach!"
"I'm going to squeeze them until their blood squirts out!"
"They are bold $%^&"! ^%$$£*!!!"

I don't even know what names Fat Chops was trying to call them but the tone was clear.  They were not on the Christmas card list any more.

I will often play a game with the boys where I ask them to show me their angry/happy/sad face and Fat Chops has always done a good angry face but this was different.  He meant every word of those threats and given half a chance would do his best to follow through.

He knows how to hold a grudge too, we were coming home a couple of hours later (a lifetime to a three year old) and he was still bemoaning how those kids had "ruined his life" and what he was going to do to teach them a lesson.

I'll be sleeping with one eye open if I ever have occasion to upset him!!