Yesterday afternoon I took a city bus to the Metro-north train station in Manhattan. There were only a few passengers, including two guys with two small children. The older child was four or five, and was eating cookies out of a cardboard containter. He was stretched out on the seat using his dad as a backstop.
The younger child was about 6 months old. His father was obviously exhasted, but every time he tried to sit down the baby cried. So he kept standing, and the baby got to look out of the bus windows at the cars and people.
After about a mile, the father with the baby got off the bus. The kid who was using his father as a day-bed looked up and said: "Boy, was that baby spoiled."
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