A few weeks ago, I overhead a mum and three kids (baby, toddler and older child) in a family cubicle near us. Baby screaming her head off. The mum calmly says to the other children, 'Just wait while I feed her'. Screaming stops.
Mum to oldest child. 'Don't pick your nose'. Child starts screaming, 'I'm bleeding, there's blood everyone'. Mum says calmly, 'Put your head back and pinch your nose.' Mum to younger child 'Don't step in it.' Sound of slipping. 'Are you ok? Wait there love while I wipe it off you.'
Mum to younger child, 'Don't jump on the bench'... 'Don't jump on your sister, her nose is bleeding'...'Don't look under the side, love, there's someone next door'.
Mum to younger child, 'Don't open the door, love, we're not wearing our clothes'... 'Oh you've opened the door sweetie, can you shut it again? I'm not sure everyone wants to see us with no clothes on'.
Older child 'I think the bleeding's stopped.' Mum to older child 'Can you wipe the floor with your towel?.' Child does this. Mum to child 'I think that's my scarf.'
Mum to toddler 'Come over here so we can get you dressed'. Then, 'no don't put your bottoms on the floor, there's a puddle there.' To older child, 'Can you get the spare bottoms out of the bag?'
A couple of minutes later, 'Great baby's all done, let's go find daddy and tell the people at the desk about the blood. Did you have fun today? Do you want to come again?'
I aspire to that level of zen as a parent.