Sometimes the message that is heard to loudest is the one that sticks. Even if that message is (1) ridiculous and (2) wrong. But it is the law of propaganda. Without 50% of American might not support the war with Iraq or radical muslim would have have attacked the world trade center in the first place. The problem with propaganda is that it is often exaggerated statements with 1% truth that are used to move the masses into a direction. There has been an anti-me campaign going on the last week or so... With my poor French, I am unable to fight the good fight and make my message stick.
Here is the story in brief. A's dad hit our son (A's and mine) for touching his car with a toy. A's dad knows that we don't do that, but I was annoyed that he didn't even tell the little boy (3 years old), what he had done wrong. So when I asked him if he was going to explain to him what he did wrong, he went into a rage. The boy had already been told before (doesn't matter that 3 year old don't retain information like adults) and anyway A and I were too soft on our kids and they have no discipline. Then A's brother gets involved. Well he already told my son about playing on the cars and didn't I know that scratches on car cost a lot of money to repair. On a side note, I do in fact know. My car was hit by another car in the parking lot of the store, and it had a huge dent, which cost about 1000 Euros to repair. Surely the scratch would cost less... However I didn't say that, they was no much yelling and I couldn't think. The problem could have been quickly solved if A's dad would have just said -- 'No touching the car' Takes one second. Well I couldn't take it anymore, A's brother was bullying me and I called him a bad word -- not even a really bad one, well that was just too much for him. He just explored. I thought he was going to hit me, his eyes filled with rage. It is like no one ever said a bad word in his presence. I was really scared. I am certainly not perfect, but not a Soprano either...
The worst was not the argument. It is the propaganda that follows. The He Said/She Said game to make everyone in the family take sides. But actually (1) I am not really part of the family and (2) I can't speak French that well. So I lose. Now I am the wild crazy mother who went to a rage at my father-in-law and my brother-in-law, had to defend his father for fear that I might kill him or something -- because I am a crazy American.
So now I have 3 weeks in France where everyone thinks that I am a she-devil. Oh Joy.