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Even though I don't have any, I really like kids. I was one once, a long time ago. I'm totally with this owner taking the stance that kids need to behave in public establishments. From what I've seen most parents do a pretty good job, kids sit and color on the placemats and generally don't bother anyone. When I met Clam's boys, they seemed irritated with me, since I interupted their Gameboy time. Then again, I get that irritated look a lot from people.
But every so often you get the screaming banshee of a brat who ruins the ambiance for everyone. Then it drives me nuts to see the parents plead with them to behave. Back in my day (feel free to chime in Swampdog, if your still with us), all my Dad had to do was give me "the look", you knew that you better toe the line or "you're gonna get it when we get home". I was never really sure what "it" was but my instincts told me it would not be good.
I'm not in favor of smacking kids around, it breeds resentment, not good behavior. But kids need to know there are negative consequences to bad behavior. The alternative is they grow up to be super sluts like Paris Hilton or human parasites Like Kevin "Cleatus" Federline.
"Everyone thinks their opinion matters. Don't argue with a nobody. A farmer doesn't bother telling a pig his breath smells like s***."
Ever eat in a European restaurant? Like Germany or Switzerland? Then you'll know just how rowdy and obnoxious American kids can be in public. Not really the kids' problem, as much as their upbringing.
We will keep one of the bedrooms UP NORTH open for you Clam. Once the boys get a little bigger you're in BIG TROUBLE and will certainly have to flee for your life.
When my kids were young [especially, my sons], I mastered what I lovingly refer to as The Ping.
Using your dominant hand, kock [geez!] your index [or middle] finger hard against your thumb, kind of like you're going to flick a crumb off a plate or something. Silently slip the cocked mechanism behind the rowdy child's head, high and near the crown of the scalp.
Let it fly.
Silent, unobtrusive and quite painful. It'll get a kid's attention quickly.
