Look, I love kids. Anyone who knows me can probably tell you this. That doesn't mean I love your kids. Last night, I had the (dis)pleasure of being joined on my late-night Metro ride home from class by a brood of children. There were what seemed to be hundreds of them, all hopped up on cotton candy and giant lollipops (or so it seemed) from the circus. They were accompanied by several adults and this was clearly a group that got on the car as they all knew each other and were talking back and forth.
The kids were incredibly loud, somewhere between the roar of a 747 and the space shuttle. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were literally bouncing off the walls. Jumping up trying to reach the overhead rail, running back and forth, pushing their way through the crowded car, screaming at each other down the length of the car ("are you standing up?")
Parents, I beg of you... keep your brats under control. You've spoiled them to the point of pure rottenness. They don't mind you (I saw this myself); They don't care about other people (my feet and shoes were stomped on, landed on, and stepped on many times); and you just let them run wild. Worse than that, one of you, has the nerve to ask me to stand so your precious baby can sleep. I'm all about giving up my seat to a pregnant woman, disabled person, someone with a broken foot, elderly, etc. However, I don't know that I feel the need to give up my seat so that a woman in her mid-30s can put her (what appeared to be) 5 or 6 year-old child in the seat to sleep. (Why are you holding this kid anyway? She looked a little large for you to still be carrying around.)
I thought about posting this last night, but passed because I didn't want to look mean-spirited. This morning though, a woman was failing to control her two kids in the Metro station and they were running around like idiots. One of them, looking at the other instead of where they were going, ran directly into me. No apology from the kid (shock!). No apology from the mother (shock!). What did I get? Watch out for my kid! You've got to be freaking kidding me. I have to watch out for YOUR kid while walking in a straight line through the Metro station? I don't think so lady.
Parents, get your kids under control and do your damn job.