Mine, despite both DH and my efforts. Partly because my parents are in far better health than the ILs, and my mum will bake with DS and take him to the park, and Dad will kick a ball around with him and make up stories, whereas DH's parents, despite being younger, have pretty much retreated to armchairs facing the TV, which is always left on at full volume when we visit, meaning that minimal conversation takes place and is roared over a soundtrack of football or The Chase.
DH's dad is actually sweet with DS (8) but his mother means well but is terminally unimaginative and has one method of dealing with children -- when they're babies, she sort of waves her hands in front of their faces, saying 'Come on! Come on!' to try to get them to look at her, and when they're older, she asks the same question or makes the same remark repeatedly, at ever-increasing volume, as though she'll keep going until she gets the right answer eg 'What did you do at school?' (could be repeated five or eight times, as DS, whose reply she hasn't heard because she was on her first repeat, gets bored) or 'Come on, show me those new shoes!' over and over. And if DS tells her something he's done at one of his sports, she just tells him he needs to do something entirely different, or that she knows all about that better than he does.
I realise she's had a difficult life in many ways eldest of an enormous, impoverished family, raising three children in two rooms over a shop by her 21st birthday and that her total lack of imagination and certainty that her way is the right way in the teeth of all evidence has got her through it.
But it gets old fast.
I'm actually sad DS doesn't have a better relationship with them, but we've done our best in all the obvious ways to deal with the problems, to no avail.