Chav mother
with little boy in hoody walks into my pub.

"Oh dear!", thinks I.

"'e's just dropped his lunch, so we've come in to get 'im cheesy chips"

Cheesy chips come out to her and her offspring, who walks over to the bar. Down comes his hood, and a little angelic face says "Please may I have some mayonnaise? Please" he waits, quietly at the bar until I come back with the pot of mayo. "Thank you very much. I love cheesy chips" and off he walks.

Not overly beautiful, you may say, but I was prepared for some horror child, which I am too often confronted with. And this was a wonderful surprise.

What made it even nicer was the regular at the end of the bar who stopped the mother on her way out to congratulate her on having brought up such a wonderful child, to which she beamed with pride.

Little things like can make the world a lovely place.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 10:27, 4 replies)

out of curiosity,
why were you expecting a horror child?
( Not Pineapple anymore, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 12:15, closed)

I see enough of them being dragged around
But, I suppose if I'm honest, the worst ones are the little Tarquins and Jocatsa's who are aloud to run riot because mummy doesn't believe in stiffling their free expression.
Just get your fucking kid off of my brand new blinds, breaking someone else's property is not the way to bring up a well rounded child.
And don't get me started on the Skins generation......

God, I'm officially a grumpy old man
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 14:09, closed)

Those
children are the ones always full of nits at school as they have long never combed or brushed hair
(Bernardate, Sat 7 Aug 2010, 17:56, closed)

I...
...like this :-)
(TC, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 10:07, closed)