Those Yuppie Moms

This is an edited excerpt from an email I sent Matt this morning. Some background information is that Ruth is hosting daycare today at her friend, Theresa's house (which is even CLOSER to our house) because they are getting new windows installed at home. Notes which will help the story are in italics.

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-Brice greeted us this morning. "Hi Caw-tow. That's Caw-tow. [pat, pat, pat]. Hi Caw-ter." This is terrible. Brice is a kid at daycare that has a speech impediment which does not allow him to say "R" very well. I sometimes call Carter, Caw-tow (no one is safe from my wrath, not even innocent 4 year old children) Brice also likes to greet Carter with a pat on the head or a poke in the tummy. Apparently this is an OK and welcome gesture in kid land?
-Carter, clinging to me for dear life. Thinking (I can only imagine, "Where on earth are WE?")
-Theresa, who is very nice, greets Carter "Hi, Carter!"
-Carter looks away.
-I go downstairs with Carter put him on the floor and he holds on to my finger and watches all the kids. The floor moving with kids (actually not that bad, but there are a lot of kids in a small space). I groan in my head because the TV is on.
-Ruth, "Hi Carter! Are you going to watch everyone from there?"
-I tell Ruth about the Y kids yesterday (yesterday I had a dream-which turned into reality, but ended not quite the way I envisioned- of walking to the park with Carter and playing on the play structure. Not only did it rain by the time we got there, but the structure was crawling with children-screaming, oh the screaming), the insanity, and how it transfixed Carter. He stood there for almost 5 minutes just watching them and drinking his water.
-Theresa and Ruth both comment to me about how they usually try to clear out of the Y and the Round Lake Park before the Y programs kids get there for that reason, "Those kids are CRAZY!" Ruth comments, "As soon as I see those busses, I get outa there!"
-Theresa then comments, "But, you know who is WORSE @ Round Lake? Those YUPPIE moms with their 1.5 kids! They drive me crazy! I go there with my kids and they all sit in a circle just yakking, while I end of taking care of my kids and pushing their kids on the swing. I just hate it!"
-I sit on the floor, with my 1.5 children (1 of them now backed right up to me and watching, but not moving) "Yeah, I can imagine that."
-"I think it is worse because I could never even imagine being one of those ladies. They are so snooty, you know?"
-Ruth, looking at me for a reaction-knowing full well our possible yuppie status & our 1.5 kid status.
-I get up from the floor (getting harder by the day for me) and Carter presses himself up to my legs, still watching the kids.
-Sophie comes up to Carter (Sophie is from Carter's daycare, and will often wave hello and goodbye to Carter. A cute little friend.), and I decide this is a good time to back away. Poor decision. Carter turns around, makes the Charlie Brown face, with no sound, followed by a siren cry. I kiss him on the head, tell him I love him, and Ruth swipes him away.
-Carter stops crying before I hit the door.
-I walk to my Jetta, with the ladybug seat cover, and think to myself..."Those Yuppie Moms." shaking my head.