This is nothing more than an emotional, hormonal rant on my behalf, so reader beware it may get sickeningly mushy 
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Yesterday we made our way up to the city to see this new exhibit in one of our museums. It's a lot easier to get around the city with public transit so we decided to take the subway (myself, my eight-year-old DS and nine-month-old DD). It was a gorgeous day and everything was going perfectly. I had the baby in her wrap, she was comfy, clean, well-fed in a generally amazing mood. DS was pumped to see the Darwin exhibit, couldn't stop talking about it! Anyway, I digress, as tend to usually
. So, we get on the train and get settled and shortly after a woman enters with her two sons. The boys looked to be around three and the younger one was maybe a couple of months older than DD. The younger one was in an umbrella stroller and the older one was walking alongside his mom. Anyway, from the moment they entered, the mom was really vocal and yelled at the older one "not to drag his damn feet!". Lucky us, they sat right in front of us and we basically had their company the entire 40-minute ride.
She did everything imaginable to them during that ride and I felt so uncomfortable. It was one of those situations where you really want to say something, but you can't because it should be none of your business. She kept giving the baby formula and he kept rejecting it. She got frustrated by the end and basically shoved the bottle into his mouth until she scared him into drinking a bit. She fed them chocolate-glazed donuts from the Tim Hortons in the station, she threatened the older one a number of times (the poor thing kept picking at his nose), she cussed, she was just unbearable.
I felt terrible for the boys. They looked so disinterested and placid, basically not doing anything wrong. She was the one that was raising all the hell. Even DS sensed something was weird about her, he gave me a number of confused looks throughout the ride. Anyway, I was glad to get outta there. I gave DS an appreciative kiss after the ride (my mushiness).
On a side note, we had a wonderful time at the museum. I truly adore March break
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.Yesterday we made our way up to the city to see this new exhibit in one of our museums. It's a lot easier to get around the city with public transit so we decided to take the subway (myself, my eight-year-old DS and nine-month-old DD). It was a gorgeous day and everything was going perfectly. I had the baby in her wrap, she was comfy, clean, well-fed in a generally amazing mood. DS was pumped to see the Darwin exhibit, couldn't stop talking about it! Anyway, I digress, as tend to usually
. So, we get on the train and get settled and shortly after a woman enters with her two sons. The boys looked to be around three and the younger one was maybe a couple of months older than DD. The younger one was in an umbrella stroller and the older one was walking alongside his mom. Anyway, from the moment they entered, the mom was really vocal and yelled at the older one "not to drag his damn feet!". Lucky us, they sat right in front of us and we basically had their company the entire 40-minute ride.She did everything imaginable to them during that ride and I felt so uncomfortable. It was one of those situations where you really want to say something, but you can't because it should be none of your business. She kept giving the baby formula and he kept rejecting it. She got frustrated by the end and basically shoved the bottle into his mouth until she scared him into drinking a bit. She fed them chocolate-glazed donuts from the Tim Hortons in the station, she threatened the older one a number of times (the poor thing kept picking at his nose), she cussed, she was just unbearable.
I felt terrible for the boys. They looked so disinterested and placid, basically not doing anything wrong. She was the one that was raising all the hell. Even DS sensed something was weird about her, he gave me a number of confused looks throughout the ride. Anyway, I was glad to get outta there. I gave DS an appreciative kiss after the ride (my mushiness).
On a side note, we had a wonderful time at the museum. I truly adore March break
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I hope those children have someone else in their lives that is more gentle and affectionate.
