When I were a lass an icecream was a real treat, now every time we go out as a family almost the first thing they utter (after 'are we nearly there yet') is 'Can I have an icecream?'.
It is taken as a god given right that they will receive an icecream, whether or not they have behaved themselves, and they whine and whinge from start to finish until they get one. I'm fed up with the entitled little brats and am thinking of enforcing an icecream embargo until they start behaving and appreciating what lucky little sods they are.
IABU (ps I am not enjoying this half term at all).