I forgot all about this till now.
Church on Christmas Eve. There was a family of five in the first pew, a bit over to the side of the building. Me and my mom were about four rows behind. One of the kids was badly behaved, but the dad decided that he was tired of corralling the badly behaved kid, and thought it would be a great idea to instead toss his infant in the air during the sermon...complete with some 'wheee!' sounds.
Keep in mind, the infant was fairly quiet during the service.
We were also treated to seeing his buttocks when he chased the toddler around, as his golf shirt was a couple of sizes too small.
Granted, it was the 'Chrildren's Mass', but I think our father took it a bit too literally. After all, it's not akin to being in your own living room.
I told my mother I will not be escorting her next year if she chooses the kids mass.