While Conor, Emma, and I were sitting at a table near the pool's snack bar today a woman was at the window placing her order. She had a young girl (about 6-years-old) and a small boy (about 3-years-old) with her. The boy began making loud screeching squeals. It was a horrible, high pitched sound...try to imagine nails on a chalkboard at civil defense siren volume.
The little girl told her brother to stop it. Being a normal child, he ignored his sister. She asked her mother to make him stop making the noise. Their mother told the girl that she wasn't going to stop him because he was enjoying himself.
That's a fine philosophy for child rearing. Forget how your actions effect others, just as long as you're happy. Teach your children that and the only people who will be happy a few years from now will be the criminal defense attorneys that you hire to defend your precious little darlin'.
Posted by marybeth at July 8, 2004 08:25 PM Box of Rocks