How Special Snowflakes are born:
I'm sitting in the minor procedures waiting room at a major children's hospital. I had to drive my mother and sister here for a minor plastic surgery procedure. I've been in the waiting room for 2.5 hours. We should be done. We're not. Why are we not done? Well, my mother is raising my sister to be an SS.
I get that the child is scared, but the hospital has rules and procedures. I might not agree with those rules, but they have them, and as much as they might stink, we have to follow them. I've been in this position 1000 times at least with my boys. So, the problem is that my mother is not allowed to follow my sister back to the procedure room. Lil sis is refusing to go without her. If she were my kid, I would calmly tell her that I loved her and that I understood that it was scary, but these are the rules and she simply had no choice. This is not what my mother is doing. My mother is wasting time trying to convince the hospital staff to make an exception, holding up not just me, but everybody else who's waiting for procedures.
Oh, and I have Thing 2 and Thing 1 with me (my 10 year old son and my 10 year old brother), as I had to drive my mother and had nobody to watch them. My 13yo is with my father, but he's doing some repair work that involves tools like blowtorches and wasn't comfortable having the littler kids with him. Kids are homeschooled, so there's no school to send them to.