Quoth notalwaysright
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While we were waiting in line at one of the rides, I saw quite a few mothers carrying babies. The babies were tired and cranky, and the mothers looked quite frazzled. We knew then that we had made the right choice.



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). One time at the register, I politely asked a customer to please remove their kid from under the carriage, and the kid's knee got wedged in-between two of the metal slats, and while the kid understandably starts freaking out that he's trapped, the parent says to me, "This is where you tell me 'I told you so', right?"
No, this is where I slap you upside the head, in a just world. Another time, I asked a different customer to remove their kid from under a cart for the second time in as many days, and she starts going off on me about "don't tell me how to manage MY kid!", and the usual bullshit. Okay, fine, hope you have medical insurance to cover the gaping scalp wound the kid is inevitably going to receive if you persist is letting them ride barely two inches above the floor.
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