Small coffee shop, sitting at table with family. Loud expat britmum and 3 perfect children on table next to us. Small space tables close together. She then calls little darling over so mummy can check your hair. Proceeds to pick out nits and flick them on the floor. Decide to ignore her as what to say? She then says very loudly that they must have jumped on since breakfast and glares at us as if we are nit infestors. Luckily so silly but made me laugh. Cue us all scratching constantly until they left!