Even if you want to read Every Single Farking Word from thr exhibit signs to Quennela?
Take it from me, she's having more fun sucking her artisan genderunspecific blanky in her bugabbo, intently watching the haribo being chuffed down by the family huffing behind, unable to pass your very public performance parenting.
Just get a wriggle on, dahling, we want to give everything a cursory glance, touch a few interactives and get to the Gift Shop to buy overpriced palstic toot. And fudge.
AIBU to think some level of awareness should be shown to others in tight, edifying spaces?