When: 5/19 3:50 PM
Description of the Child: Caucasian boy with very blonde hair and pale skin, wearing pastel plaid shorts and a very dirty t-shirt with superheroes on it. Probably 4-5 years old.
Incident: Nanny or babysitter was on her phone the entire time. Not such a big deal except she was absolutely clueless about where the kid was and what he was doing. They have some springy animals and vehicles on coils. He was climbing underneath them, sneaking up on other kids. This would have been fun, if it weren't so dangerous. He snuck underneath a pink car that another boy was on riding really enthusiastically. So the kid crashes into his car. He laid there crying underneath the thing and didn't move so he got popped like four more times. I looked around and didn't see who was watching him. I had to pull him out from under there. When I pulled him out, I asked where his Mom was but he took off running after kicking woodchips toward me. I had to go back to my own THREE children, so I wasn't watching him. I was waiting for my daughter to come down the long slide. I just had directed her old brother to walk her up there and stand with her. the little cretonne comes next to them and jumps in front of my daughter and slides down towards me. He was kicking his feet like he was swimming- I think in hopes to hit me. I stood back as he flew by and told my daughter to wait. When the kid passed me, I got a whiff of purr unadulterated shit. The kid had just shit his pants. It was too late to stop my daughter who slid down right after him, Lord only knows what feces drippings she mopped up with her sundress. So the kid starts picking up woodchip and throwing it at an adult and a child.The adult says to me, "can you make him stop" I look at her and say, "He's not mine!". She looks confused, stands up and looks around. We see sitting with her ass on a table, under a Ramada the above mentioned Hispanic. She's calm as a cucumber, twirling her hair. The woman asks him, "Is that your Mom?" He says, "That's my babysitter". The woman looked at me and I said, I'll walk him over there, just keep mine here. And I walked towards her. You would think she would have walked towards me since I am walking with her child. What if I was going to bolt to the parking lot? When I reacher her, she looked dramatically up from her phone and said, "yessss?". I asked, "Are you supposed to be watching him". She says into the phone, "I have to go now and deal with this lady" and then to me she says, "I am having a private adult phone call. I can see him fine, I just didn't want to have a conversation that kids could hear." I don't even know what that meant. I felt really bad for him then and I said, "I think he needs you, He may need to use the bathroom. have a good day" and walked away. He started screaming to go back to the playground. She caught the smell and said, "Oh no, Billy, did you do a poopie??" Well she wasn't mean about it. What she did is lickity split pulled off his pants, pulled out the underwear, flung the big, flat turd over her head (ie towards the picnic tables) and then put his shorts back on. She shoved the underwear in her striped, canvass bag, from which she then pulled out a bag of green grapes and walked towards the playground with him where she let him play more. I gathered my kids and got the hell out of dodge.
