Have you ever heard a child scream so loud it made your teeth hurt? I’m being serious. I suppose it’s all right if it’s your child or you work in a daycare or are taking part in a family reunion or happen to be hanging out at the play area at McDonald’s on a Saturday afternoon, but I work in a library. A library. Children should not be allowed to make that much noise in a library. And parents should not gently stroke the rigid back of said screaming child (who was neither injured nor ill, but simply in full-on tantrum-throwing mode) and say, “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
I need someone to stroke my back and say, “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Except that might make me scream. Or kick something.
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