tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post8597415647645973398..comments2008-04-14T14:53:50.913-06:00Philnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-58087689670152709982008-04-14T14:53:00.000-06:002008-04-14T14:53:00.000-06:00Akutyger's Mom: Santa Claus is watching you... why didn't I think of that? I'm saying that NEXT FLIGHT.<BR/>Also, if a kid screamed that he didn't want to be on the plane anymore for that damn long, I would let him exit at 35,000. Ever noticed that python babies are well behaved? It's because the parents squeeze them until they shut the hell up/pass the hell out. That's the kind of parent I'm going to be.<BR/>Maybe I shouldn't be one of those.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14932815777093778339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-73611644499342091512008-04-13T18:28:00.000-06:002008-04-13T18:28:00.000-06:00akutyger's mom says....I am going to heck. Because I am the village. I once watched a small child poke holes in Sears store packaging while her parents right next to her ignored the behavior, and I sidled up to this kid and said, "Santa Claus is watching you." You should have seen the horror on her face. I bet she crapped her pants. Actually, I hope she crapped on her parents. <BR/><BR/>I also flew all the way to Key West sitting next to parents holding a child who kicked and screamed bloody murder for three hours without halt, "I DON'T WANT TO FLY ON AN AIRPLANE ANY MORE!" But I am an experienced parent and traveler, and I just put in my earplugs and read a nice book. <BR/><BR/>by the way, akutyger was an angel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-821332987119237442008-03-22T21:35:00.000-06:002008-03-22T21:35:00.000-06:00So it doesn't mean to let you kids follow the village idiot around? I always though thats what it meant...<BR/>sandtalkerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-27333906077934627022008-03-20T18:47:00.000-06:002008-03-20T18:47:00.000-06:00The 'village raising a child' thing only works when the parents accept a total stranger beating their kid. You know, like when I was growing up.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14932815777093778339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-18746395790516397372008-03-20T06:50:00.000-06:002008-03-20T06:50:00.000-06:00See, I always thought this stuff was cultural, but I guess the American parents do it too. In Brasil it's soooooooo common - in fact, parents like to bring their small child just about everywhere and expect those in charge of the area (a test administrator if it's a test center, a store employee if it's a store, a waitress if it's a restaurant) to tell the child when the limits have been crossed. Or at least, that is what seems like happens, but then sometimes one of these "area people" will tell the child to stop doing something and the parents will give them a death look as if to say "how dare you tell my child no!" <BR/><BR/>It takes a village.... literally.AkuTygerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02160910389443716444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-22081249327145363962008-03-19T21:21:00.000-06:002008-03-19T21:21:00.000-06:00YEAH DRUGS!Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14932815777093778339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31502499.post-41876049046507739962008-03-19T21:04:00.000-06:002008-03-19T21:04:00.000-06:00you're right. i have two teenagers whom i first took on an airplane when they were 15 months and 3 years old and they didn't do what you are talking about. i wouldn't let them run in front of a moving bus and i wouldn't let them be cracker farmers. you're absolutely right. and they sat in their carseats and played with the stuff i brought for them.<BR/><BR/>and then i gave them each a healthy dose of prescription cough medicine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com