Rug Rats

My boyfriend took me and his six-year old son out to lunch yesterday. When the bill came, this is the conversation that went down.

BF's Son: "SBW, are you going to pay for our lunch?"

BF: "No son, I'm going to pay."

BF's Son: "Why doesn't she pay? You paid last time. She needs to pay!"

BF: "I invited you both out, so it's my treat."

BF's Son: "No, she should pay. Why don't you pay?"

Me: "Because I'm a broke student. If you want to go to McDonald's, I'll hook you up."

BF's Son: "Okay. I don't like anything on my burgers."

Me: "I know. You like your cheeseburgers plain, with nothing on it."

BF's Son: "Okay, but I still think you should pay. How much is this meal going to cost? Two hundred dollars?"

BF: "No. Like around thirty dollars."

BF's Son: "That still sounds like a lot. She should pay for that."

Me: "Dude, why do you care?"

BF's Son: "Because my dad needs to buy me a new PS2.

Me: "I thought you had one."

BF's Son: "Yeah, but a new one came out for HD."

BF: "You'll get your PS2. I've already put money away for it."

BF's Son: "She should still pay. And she should start driving us around, too."

This may sound like a cute little exchange, but this little rugrat gets on my last nerve. What a fucking spoiled brat. He thinks I'm going to take all his dad's precious money. The idea is so ridiculous, it's laughable. Let me just explain that my BF is very frugal... I could seriously be dating the guy who mows my lawn and probably be getting a lot more help/ spoiling. And that's okay, because I'm not with him for the money. I knew off the bat that ALL his money goes into his VERY spoiled kid, except for meals. And if he weren't dating me, he'd spend it on whomever, because he loves to go out to eat, and likes the company. So it's for him as much as it is for me. In fact, I don't give two shits about going out for dinner or lunch, honestly. In fact, I hate it because I have to spend that much more time at the gym. I wish we didn't go! I have a hard time controlling myself at restaurants and desperately want to lose the weight.

But my point is that the kid is spoiled. His teacher is always calling the house like every day because he doesn't listen and his behavior is just ridiculous. I'd honestly be embarrassed of him if I were his parents. No, strike that- they go to a nice school where all the other kids can keep it together, and his son is the only misbehaving kid and the only black kid, so I would be MORTIFIED. Their lack of shame shocks me. And yet they give him everything, let his bad behavior go unchecked and spend way too much money on him. He doesn't even appreciate it, let alone deserve it. Expects it. Throws a tantrum if he doesn't get it.

And the icing on the cake is that I've spent every free minute and hour this past week working on a painting/portrait of this kid for his birthday. Because he requested it after seeing the painting I made for his dad. He really put me on the spot and surprised me when he asked for it. I thought even asking me for a gift was slightly bad form, and I think his dad put him up to it (gee, I wonder where he gets his rude behavior) because he called me on the phone to do it. And for me to go out and buy the materials that are not cheap- especially on my budget, and for me to spend all my free time working on his gift all week, only to have him give me shit for his dad buying me a measly burrito, it was just too much. I can't stand this kid. I really don't even want to finish the painting. He doesn't deserve it. He already has way too much. More than I do, and more than any kid should. But a promise is a promise.

Yeah, if you can't guess, I'm not big on kids. Maybe now you'll stop asking me why I don't want any. They just get on my last fucking nerve. If this were a Disney movie, I'd be the bitchy step-mother or girlfriend urging the Dad to ship his brats off to military school.