Took DS to the farm yesterday. It was a fab day until we got beseiged by a flurry of snowflakes who decided that the picnic area was theirs and theirs only. No, no it's not.
Yes, we moved for this "family" of at least 4 kids...not because we really wanted to, but because we felt sorry for the kids having parents like that. Smoking in an area full of babies and kids (there are notices asking people politely to stand just to the right of the main entrance to smoke, to protect those who don't want to breathe in cigarette fumes), shouting the odds to anyone who would listen, telling the children to "just sit there, they'll move cos people do for kids, innit?"
Ditto when it came to feeding the lambs with the milk. The same family shoved their ways in front of DS and I, so that DS was forced to wait until the next intake (only 4 people allowed in at a time and then they were out, next children in). Fair enough, DS has to learn to wait. But what is this mother teaching her children by encouraging them to push into queues like that? "You're special, you don't have to wait, you can just go straight to the front."
That isn't how life works, dearie.