If I'm at the play park or soft play or some other tedious time sink of boredom and you're feeling lonely I don't mind a chat. But please be aware I'm completely uninvested. I'm not judging you for letting Oscar watch TV or letting Lucy have chocolate buttons. You really don't need to justify it to me in any way whatsoever. Because I really couldn't give a monkey's, I'm probably just wishing I didn't have to be in the play park today. I'm just here to stop mine getting kidnapped tbh.
I'll be sympathetic to your problems you tell me about, I'm happy to hear your funny stories about your children, I even don't mind you telling me the long story about how you chose Dudalirabel's name. But I can't stand hearing you do mental gymnastics to justify things that don't need justifying to a complete stranger you're never going to see again.
Let them watch teletubbies for 10 hours with 10 bags of haribo and 10 happy meals for all I care. I wouldn't have even known if you hadn't started telling me. Why are you telling me? The martyring competitive guilt is like fingernails on a blackboard to me. I'm not a priest, you're not at confession.
Is there a secret handshake I can initiate to get out of these conversations? "we don't want Jasper to eat sweets but we lost the broccoli, so you know how it is..." "we don't watch TV but our books are broken and we haven't got round to mending them..." Unless you tell me you're sending your kid to the workhouse I probably don't have an opinion. Honestly.