A few weeks ago we were in the waiting room for the pediatrician, and a little boy probably about 7 or 8, who was clearly really not feeling well. He had on a sweatshirt over a turtleneck, and kept taking the sweatshirt on and off and on and off and on and off as people would come in, and wind would blow in, or he'd get flushed and sweaty from being sick. His mother was on her cell phone the whole time, and kept pausing in her conversation (about sales at some shoe store!) to scream at him for not sitting still. Finally she grabbed him and told whoever she was on the phone with that she had to "take him into the bathroom to teach him a lesson."
I just shot her the look of death and loudly made a snarky comment about how I hate when parents use threats of physical harm to bully children.
Not one of my finer moments, but I really felt for that little boy.