I see kids riding up front when I suspect they may be a few pounds under the legal limit. I see parents giving 32oz sodas to their kids. I see parents grilling their kids with flashcards in the park. But these are not my kids and there's no real danger to those kids or anyone else... so why in the blazes would I care? I'm sure not going to say anything.
On the not too distant flip-side, I guarantee there are parents whose knickers get wickedly twisted when they see pictures of my children handling real guns. Or riding their bikes without helmets and Kevlar vests. Or getting chocolate chips AND maple syrup on their pancakes. The list is endless...
The absolute number one plaything in our household for seven years running is a toy that has caused more sibling battles than any other and would have CPS knocking on my door if they knew about it... a fully-functional, 100% genuine 6-ft length of mountain climber's rope.
So I guess I'd have a hard time with criticizing a parent who drills their kids with workbooks and flashcards. After all, according to some measures, our kids are just lucky to live through the day.
