The Kirsten/Mother Bear

All Ryan could do was stand there, mouth slightly ajar. He had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of on oncoming car. And the current oncoming car just happened to be a Newpsie at the current party to which he and his brother had been dragged. He wasn't sure why this Newspie was spewing verbal bile at him, but he took a very small amount of comfort in the fact that he was not alone. He chanced a couple of glances at his brother to his left; he had a similar expression on his face. Both of them were shocked at her ranting. The only person who ever spoke to him this vehemently was Caleb. Since he was in the middle of a European vacation with Julie that was to last a few more weeks, he wondered for a moment if this particular Newpsie was channeling Caleb. But quickly dismissed it, as it would have been also his grandson that was also being reamed out at the moment.

After a few more minutes of being vilified in front of everyone, Ryan noticed movement from the crowd that had formed around them. He glanced to his right and noticed the crowd part and Kirsten emerged. It took her just a moment to take in the scene before The Kirsten made an appearance. She quickly made her way over and placed herself between Seth and Ryan, and the enraged Newpsie. Ryan watched her as she moved, and she somewhat reminded him of a mother bear come to protect her cub.

"Who the hell do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk to them like that?" Kirsten shot back to the deranged Newpsie.

Before she could respond, Ryan decided to speak for the Seth, as well, and try to limit the fallout from this encounter, "Kirsten, its ok. Can we just maybe go home, now?" Seth quickly shot him a glance, which he chose to interpret as gratitude.

Kirsten turned to him and responded, somewhat curtly, "No, Ryan. It's not ok. No one gets to talk like that to my sons, or anyone else in my family!" With that she turned and continued her own verbal attack on the Newpsie.

That was all Ryan really needed to hear. He wasn't listening to any of the other things Kirsten was saying to the lady that had so nastily lashed out verbally to them. The Kirsten was definitely in full swing, a mother bear protecting her cubs – plural – that now seemed to include him. It was a somewhat new experience for him, but one that he found he was relishing at this moment. He didn't need to listen to anything else she was saying. He was simply content to bask in the protection of this mother bear; his mother bear.