Was at the park with my son yesterday. Two ladies came with their kids. They sat on a bench and started blabbing together, barely paying attention to their kids... one of whom was younger than 2 for sure, could barely walk. . At one point this little kid slipped and was hanging on for dear life. Anyhow, that’s not the problem. The problem was the older kid - about 4? That bastard hit my baby! Wtf! I was so pissed. I took my baby to a different structure, away from that annoying gnat. Eventually, he followed, and when he thought I wasn’t looking, tried to kick my baby! So I yelled at him. Finally his mom looked up and told him to behave. I get it, kids can be shitty, and it’s no ones fault. but this park was my noontime sanctuary. We went everyday and there was usually nobody there at that time. But now the thought of the park gives me anxiety because it brings back yesterday’s memory reminds me that people are going to be shitty to my baby and I won’t always be there to protect him :/