Sir Kurt

Who says chivalry is dead? Certainly no one who saw my peacemaking husband attempt to break up an all out cat fight!

Just when you thought it was safe to go to Chuckie Cheese... We were celebrating my precious nephews 6th birthday. The pizza was good, the tokens were flowing, a delectable chocolate cake was served....we were all laughing and having a wonderful time. The big mouse came over to visit and all the kids hugged him or gave him a high five. Fun, fun, fun.

Well suddenly this rather strange chick starts yelling at this other girl who had gone up the steps to one of the tunnels to retrieve her little girl. It seems the first chick was offended because the second girl had a dress on and revealed a little more of herself than rather strange chick wanted to see. So they start screaming at each other in Chuckie Cheese. The interaction became more and more heated. Kurt just happened to be leaning against a table between the two unhappy girls as their fury grew. He attempted to calm them and it appeared that it had worked. The original instigator chick, who appeared to be totally methed and her "so very methed out that he could hardly walk" companion left the premises. Or so we thought.

Upon our exit from the building we were discussing which cousin was riding back with who, and just generally trying to get everyone safely loaded in the cars. Our van was parked kind of far across the parking lot. Just as we headed to "Green Van" with the birthday boy in tow, (he loves Green Van,) we heard screaming from the side parking area. Psycho meth chick was lying in wait for the young woman who had so profoundly offended her by climbing up the tunnel in a dress. As we even more quickly now headed to our car, the obscenities began to fly and girl in dress decides she has had enough and she, along with her companion, (who I originally thought was a guy, but wasn't,) begin to pound Original Instigator Meth Woman. So, enter Sir Kurt, in an attempt to rescue all these violent women from themselves, he goes running over to break up the fight. Unfortunately, he had the keys to Green Van. So here I stand with my three kids, and my nephew, outside the relative safety of the car, watching my husband,and their father and uncle dive into the middle of these totally irrational people.

It was not pretty. Now, all of the kids start crying, thinking Daddy/BooDaddy (Jackson's name for his uncle,) might not make it safely out of this melee. He does make it out just fine and at least for the moment seperates the three women from each other.

This scene was actually pretty traumatic for our children. They have talked of very little otherwise since we left tonight and are fearful of bad dreams. This is completely understandable.

While I appreciate my husband's chivalrous concern for these women, and I am hopeful we won't often face these types of situations, I am encouraging him to remember to see the children and me safely into a relatively secure place before he intervenes on behalf of total nutcases who could be carrying a gun or knife.

The worst part of the whole thing to me, beyond the trauma these events caused my own children, is the knowledge that each of the women involved in this pretty serious altercation, had small children with them. That troubles me profoundly. Why? Why do grown people inflict their irrational, selfish attitudes on their innocent children. Why do grown people allow their own pride to rule over their concern for the needs of their own flesh and blood?

I'm reminded of Jesus' prayer to his Daddy, "Father, forgive them, they know not what they do!" What a gracious Savior! Way more gracious than me. My prayer is this: Lord, open their eyes to the precious little lives in their care. Those children are totally dependent on them for their every need and for safety. Father help them to stop inflicting their foolish choices upon those with the unfortunate predicament of being in their presence, and help them please Lord, to find You, the one true God and Jesus whom you sent .

Oh, and Thank you Lord, for protecting my knight in shining armor.


Most sincerely,


Leisl