This thread is funny.
I always remember little Jeremy in Majorca a few years ago. He was about two at the time, maybe a bit younger. He was by the swimming pool with his dad and picked up a massive stone, toddled towards the edge of the pool and looked like he was about to lob it at the kids playing in the pool.
Dad jumped up, and we all assumed he would remove the stone, but oh no.
Jeremy darling, what do you think would happen if you threw that stone.
Sweetie, I want you to put the stone down, please don't throw it.
Jeremy, darling, that stone would hurt if it hit somebody.
Darling I want you to make the decision to put the stone down.
I don't want to take it from you, you need to do the right thing.
Jeremy, I'm going to ask you again, please put the stone down.
Do the right thing Jeremy.
Jeremy ... think about it. It would be wrong to throw the stone.
Please make the right decision darling, I want you to make that choice.
Meanwhile Jeremy is ignoring his dad and holding this big stone aloft, with every intention of lobbing it at the kids .... dad still didn't remove it, he wanted Jeremy to make that decision.
It went on and on ...... loudly, people were sitting up on the sunbeds, putting their books down, picking up a beer.
How I didn't shout out "for FFS just take the bloody stone off him", I don't know.
This was just the start, there were similar situations with Jeremy and dad during the whole holiday. I often wonder what he turned out like. The mum didn't seem to get involved, too pissed off with her DH I think over - explaining everything.