A mother thing Dexter Oh Good Lawd, gather around me people, better yet, gather around Katie Vyktoriah and her absolutely gorgeously adorable little guy Dexter, who is two, and get all hopping mad with us when you hear about what happened to Katie and Dexter at their local Walmart.

Warning: You will get extremely pissed off, as I am.

So Katie decides to head to Walmart with her two little ones. In her blog she talks about how Dexter loves wearing some of her things on occasion, and any mom with a toddler boy knows how boys do this, my own sons were very fond of clomping around in my heels or snatching my costume jewelry to wear or grabbing any number of my things to play dress up in. Katie explains how Dexter had wanted to bring his teddy with but yeah, like Katie needed to deal with two kids and a bear and everything else when she was wanting just to dash to the store, but when she tried to remove an old lacy headband of hers from Dexter’s head and he fussed she decided that it wasn’t worth the battle. I can so relate to this. Sometimes you let them wear the damn Spiderman costume or the tutu or the bathrobe over their clothing because it just isn’t worth the tantrum.

Katie goes to Walmart does her shopping, and according to her blog:

Soon enough, we were done with our shop and were making our way toward the front. As we passed through the produce section, two teenage girls began giggling and one of them asked, “Is that a boy or a girl?” I smiled and said, “He’s a boy.” I looked on at him adoringly as they continued to giggle.

Out of nowhere a big booming voice rang out. “THAT’S a BOY?!” The man was overly large with a bushy beard and a camouflage shirt with the arms cut off. He had tattered shorts and lace up work boots with no laces. I could smell the fug of cigarette smoke surrounding him, and there was a definite pong of beer on him.

“Yes,” I said simply, still smiling.

With no notice, the man stepped forward, grabbed the headband off of Dexter’s head and threw it to the bottom of our shopping cart. He then cuffed Dexter around the side of his head (not hard, but that is not the point) and said with a big laugh, “You’ll thank me later, little man!”

At the same time as I stepped forward, Dexter grabbed his head where the man had smacked him and threw his other hand forward, stomping his foot and shouting, “NO!” I got between my son and this man and said very firmly, “If you touch my son again, I will cut your damn hands off.”

The guy snarled at me, looked at Dexter with disgust and said, “Your son is a fucking faggot.” He then started sauntering out, but not before he threw over his shoulder, “He’ll get shot for it one day.”

Katie explains that people witnessed what happened, but no one approached her or said anything. This happened around a day ago and she still doesn’t know what to do.

I made my way to the front, still in shock, and I paid for my items and left. I did not report it to the management nor to the authorities, though I am considering doing both. But as I live in a tourist area, I doubt there is anything I can do to find the man – he could be anyone from anywhere.

 

No one should ever ever ever EVER (how many times can I add “ever” to this before Koa yells at me?) touch your child without your permission ever. No one should EVER call someone, much less a tiny little kid, a derogatory hate bomb like that. Poor Katie. Poor Dexter. I hope she reports this. I hope they find the man who did this. I am not sure what else she can do besides contacting the store and calling the police. I am sure they will have surveillance tapes of the incident.

I am so furious for this mom and her little guy. Can we all go to where she lives and hunt this creep down and lecture him for a few hours and make him apologize and give Dexter all of our hand-me-down headbands?

(Photo: A Mother Thing)