A bratty brother and sister create havoc wherever they go.
They were a brother and sister team; whenever people saw them, they knew that trouble was sure to follow close behind.
The boy was named Aaron; his sister, Lilly (but people called her "Too-Loud Lilly"). Lilly was known for not being the quietest child around: in fact, she was noisy. Very much so. She talked in a very loud voice; if she didn't get the attention she demanded, she screamed. Screamed louder than a fire engine at close range. It got to be past annoying more than once.
Aaron, meanwhile, was quiet; however, he'd get bored easily. He spent his days pulling out toys, then forgetting to put them back when he was done playing. His parents were always picking up after him; and no matter how many times they told him to do it, he'd somehow (if conveniently) forget.
Aaron was four, his sister, two-and-a-half. Only a year and a half separated them. They were both about the same size; Aaron was a hurricane of activity; it showed in his slender frame. His sister, meanwhile, was round as a ball; she would rather have people get her things than to get them herself, and to her, there was nothing more enjoyable than sitting in front of the tv screen--for hours.
Both children were rather spoiled. Their parents didn't want them to lack for nothing; whatever latest toys or gadgets were on the market, they felt that their children had to have them, no question. If they went to the store, they demanded a toy or candy; if they didn't get a toy or the candy, they cried. They screamed. They protested.
People came to dread seeing Aaron and Lilly because it seemed to them that the parents didn't care. All they did was quiet them (if temporarily) with a toy or a treat; when that was gone (or broken), they'd demand another treat, another toy. It seemed to these people that Aaron and Too-Loud Lilly were spoiled. Spoiled rotten.
When one came to the children's house, all sorts of toys littered the floor; their rooms were declared disaster areas; yet the parents were too busy to clean up after them: the mother worked two jobs, the father worked in a factory; he worked anywhere from eighty to 100 hours a week; he was hardly ever home. As for mama, she was too tired to deal with the kids, so she'd give them a toy or park them in front of the television--just to quiet them, so she wouldn't have them in her hair.
Unfortunately, the parents, overworked and exhausted, didn't have any alternatives for the children to be watched by relatives or friends. The mother's parents were elderly, frail; her husband's parents were dead, and their friends knew how horrid their children behaved; they didn't want to have anything to do with them.
Which led to a bigger problem for the young parents. What to do with two spoiled, bratty children who didn't care for anybody but themselves, their desires? It disappointed the parents that their children weren't happy; it went against everything they thought they knew about parenting children.
An interesting story my friend, one that brings a smile to my face...I think I had the little sister in my classroom a few years ago! But on a more serious note, it sounds like many typical families today...over worked, little time for family time, and feeling the need to give children everything they ask for...spoiling them to the point that often rob children from learning morals, patience, and independence...I see this quite often as well! A write that most can relate with...well done my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
That seems to be a problem with young families these days, both parents have to work and the children just get shuffled around...good story line Karen!
The solution is to find with time, a suitable job that will allowe one of the parents to be at home when the other is at work.
It can take time but it is feasible.
The worst think that can happen is to continue as today.
Georg
Karen
As they say spare the rod, spoil the child, this sounds like its the case, sounds like those kids need a time out seriously, this was a great write, and unfortunately true for to many kids
God Bless
Michelle~
Reality for far too many children, the parents having to work unGodly amount of hours, buying their children anything they want to shush them for a while (to keep them out of their hair)...excellently penned.
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