“Hey, kid! Watch where you’re going on that scooter! You’re not supposed to be riding it around here!”
That was me yesterday at the water play park. A boy was riding his scooter, fast, through the fountains, even though there were signs saying no scooters or bikes were allowed. After a couple of near collisions with my children, I’d had enough. When my angry glares didn’t work, I told him off.
Where was his mum? Off to the side of the park. Looking at her phone, of course.
I tell off other people’s kids all the time. Why? Because I hate seeing my children being knocked over or pushed around by other people’s badly brought-up kids.
Oh yeah, I know. I can’t follow my children around, protecting them, for the rest of their lives. But I can step in at playgrounds, and I do.
They have to fend for themselves at school. But at school they’ve got their friends, and there are teachers standing by if things get too rough. At playgrounds, it’s a free-for-all.