Don't play with him

Soooo I was stood up again for kickboxing at church. Fine with me. Xavier is out of school so I picked him up from the sitter and we went to Chuck E. Cheese

I was already having one of those emo-ish "I can't relate to any other Moms" days. I didn't get to bed until 3, woke every 30 minutes. Hooray for PMS. I guess you'd say I'm feeling sensitive.
Xavier made friends with a little boy about his age. They were running around, telling me about the 3 dragons chasing them, laughing and playing great together.
I played musical chairs, sitting where I could see him best. I was knitting, but keeping my eyes on him.
At one point the boys' Mom snatched him up and said "You're here to play with so and so and so and so. Time to eat"
The boy reappeared, playing with Xavier. They were climbing, running jumping. Being kids. If Xavier climbed somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, I told him to get down, etc.
ANYWAY
The Mom shows up and screams at him as he's climbing on the podium thing robotic Chuck E's is in, and it has a curtain that closes when he's done singing. When Xavier would try and go over the top of it, I'd yell. Her little boy is about to sweep the leg, but since it's not my place I don't say anything.
She storms back, glares at me, snatches the boy and says I don't want you playing with HIM. You have NEVER acted like this. We need to have a talk.
She brings him to the bathroom.Act like what? A kid? Ohhhh you want a robot! Gotta wait a few more years before the doctor will let you start drugging him.

Xavier is saying "I want my friend!" and starts to cry. I just stare at her in complete disbelief.
SHe walks back to her friends- they all go to the same church- and is blabbing away. I try to explain to Xavier it's time to go, he's a good boy, but that Mom is a mean woman.
I want to go up and cuss her out. But I didn't want to prove any point she may have been trying to make. I didn't even know what to say beyond "Fuck You". What I really wanted to do is punch her in the face, but I didn't want to go to jail.

I stare back at her, holding my hysterical child and say "Are you Happy now DOUCHEBAG?" as loud as I can.

I can't for the life of me figure out what her deal was. I feel bad for that kid- part of the fun of Chuck E is running around like a wild man (especially in the EMPTY party room) and making new friends.

“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” (Epehsians 4:32)

I'm sure she was absent from bible study during that lesson.

See, if I were a Christian woman, I'd forgive her. But I'm not. If I ever run into that miserable cunt again, her leg will need a kickstand on it for her to stand up straight.