Not yours. I am sure your children are delightful. Also, I never write about people who read this blog, unless it is nice (dear Belle, M and B, and Darcy: I miss you all.)
A few weeks ago, I was in the lounge at shul (right next to the sanctuary), nursing Tatoe. One eight-ish child, who I do not know, started doing backflips and off-the-couch somersaults. In a room full of adults and toddlers and furniture. (Oh, I forgot! Before that she picked up someone's one-year-old and stood him up on a swivel chair! Cue across-the-room dive with Noooooooooo!)
The third time she nearly fell on my nursing baby, I said, "Honey, I don't think this is a good place for gymnastics right now", which is the polite version of "What you are doing is stupid, inappropriate, and dangerous. Stop now or I will retrieve your parental figure."
AND! The little brat sassed me back. She mumbled, so I'm not sure what she said (enunciate when being rude, child!) but it ended with "this is a FINE place to do gymnastics, but fine, WHATEVER."
I was completely appalled. I am sure I never ever not once spoke to a stranger like that. In fact, I called my mother to ask. No, I did not. I would have been grounded for forever!
Clearly, something is terribly wrong with this child's parents. She is totally old enough to know better.