I recently tripped across Puget Sound with an interesting assortment of travel companions. Such is the joy of public conveyance. I shared my voyage with about 35 pre-teens and their chaperons, and an assortment of other travelers that included a mother with two toddlers under the age of five. The preteens scattered. Individually and in small groups, they dashed from port to starboard and fore and aft, in order to see all of the shining sea they could see.
The mother sat her two toddlers down in a padded booth and told them to stay. They immediately slithered down and tried to run with the other kids. Mom deftly caught them and returned them to their seats, “You may not get down,” she said. So the one promptly climbed over the back of the booth onto the other seat, slid under the table and darted for freedom. Mom snatched her and turned to find the other child standing on the bench-seat back while reaching for an empty coat hook. I can only assume the kid planned to swing on on the hook. I have no clue because mommy interrupted. However, the other child was once again free and running.
Mom hooked her arm around the waist of the smallest child and carried her over to where the bigger one was pounding the buttons on the vending machine. She brought them both back to their booth and put them down. “Don’t move!” She snapped the order so loudly that half the kids on deck froze, her own included. “I don’t know why you two can’t just sit still!” She wailed.
I completely understand the young mother wanting her children to mind even when all of the other kids were running wild. However, I think she’d have had a much easier time getting them to sit and stay had she not given each of them their own 16 ounce can of Red Bull. I’m just sayin’ …..