Your kids are ruining my meal
If I’m eating at a family-friendly restaurant like Dave & Buster's, I expect to have kids screaming and running around near my table. And then later, I expect them to kick my ass at Daytona USA. But all too often I go to mid-range or upscale restaurants and feel like I’m eating dinner on a playground, minus the part where a bully pushes me to the ground and calls me a band nerd. The French horn is cool, I don’t care what you say!
Kids can’t help but be annoying brats, starved for their parents' attention. Dad’s always swiping right on Tinder when no one’s looking, and Mom’s on her iPad pinning craft projects she’ll never attempt on Pinterest. The kids need attention, and, because they don’t get it, they amuse themselves. They scream. They kick the table. They talk at a volume not suitable for human ears. I don’t fault the kids for being annoying: they don’t know any better!