The Overindulged

Spoiled brats (a derogatory term for some, apropos for others) come in all shapes and sizes, and ages.

By-products of their parents’ upbringing, we can’t really blame them for how they turn out.  We can, however, hope that they’ll outgrow this narcissistic, egocentric phase.

Alas, many don’t.  And, thus, we must be witness to constant raucous tantrums and dramatic limb-flailing, and listen to noisy nattering and jarring whining.  Sometimes, it can prove amusing; most times, it’s irritating.

She said it!  <finger points accusingly>  I’m telling, I’m telling – she’s such a liar!

Mommy and Daddy are rich; I can do anything I want, so na-na-na.  <tongue thrusts forth>

I never did that!  No way.  <several loud foot stomps>  They're all lying!

It’s not about you—it’s all about me!  <face turns radish red>

Familiar?  It’s been said often, in so many ways. 

Ah, for the days of discipline.  No heavy-handed slaps or belt swats.  Merely a swift little smack to the bum.  A stiff little: straighten up and suck it up.

It’s never too late . . . even for those spoiled brats who are (waaaaaaay) old enough to know better.