I’m sorry I “ruined graduation for your wife.” I’m also very sorry that your wife so indignantly chose to ignore for twenty minutes the subtle, non-verbal suggestions from everyone around her in the bleachers that she please take your noisy toddler outside. I’m sorry that even when the guest speaker, a renowned scholar, came to the podium to deliver her commencement address to the graduating class, your wife still did not see fit to rein in your child’s running up and down the empty aisle behind us or maybe take her to a more appropriate location for her noisy toddler babbling. It is also unfortunate, the withering gaze that your wife issued, when I dared to say “I’m sorry, it’s difficult to hear.” (Yes, that is literally all that was said to your aggrieved wife.) Really, the most disturbing is that you took time out from your own graduation to berate my mother-in-law as she was passing by you on the way to the restroom for “ruining graduation for your wife,” even though she was not even involved in the exchange. (She was quite shaken, by the way.) Guess what! I went to Montessori school AND my parents taught me what it means to be considerate of others. It’s not your kid’s fault — she was acting like a totally normal two-year old. It’s too bad that her parents were too. And this is the sorriest part of this story - your child, who is likely to grow up to be very annoying with your crappy example.
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