My niece went into my closed closet after I told told her to stay out of it (TWICE!), found a ball of extremely costly hand-spun and hand-dyed silk yarn, and tore it apart.
I don’t mean she unraveled it, which would have been aggravating enough. She literally tore it into hundreds of of frayed little pieces and draped them all over the stairs.
She’d been told to stay outside and play with bubbles while her mom and I were transplanting some peonies. She waited until we were distracted, snuck into the house, and tore my shit apart.
I’d be less aggravated if her mom had done something about it. Instead, her reaction was the equivalent of, “Kids are so silly. Tee hee!”
On top of that, my niece wanted to eat my last container of greek yogurt. Without even consulting me, her mom said, “Sure, that’s fine.”
So I had to say, “Well, sorry, but that’s my breakfast for tomorrow.” Not to mention, I invest in quality food. I don’t want some sticky faced, entitled little goblin taking one bite of my good yogurt and realizing it’s not as sweet as go-gurt and throwing the rest in the trash. When I said no, she immediately crumpled on the floor and started throwing a tantrum. Her mom got her to stop acting out by promising to stop for ice cream on the way home.
I know, as a young childless person, I’m really not in a position to judge other people’s child-raising practices. But that little brat has the most permissive, coddling mother and she’s going to grow up to be an entitled narcissistic bitch who doesn’t understand why the world won’t just give her everything she wants.