The Sea-n Of The Crime

It’s a hot day, and I’m having a stroll along the seafront. Nearby is a family with two young sons, probably aged around six and three. The younger son is having a full meltdown about something. Tears, tantrums, stomping feet, the whole works. His parents are trying to calm him down.

His brother has clearly had enough.

Older Brother: “Oh, just leave him there! He’s too noisy, and we don’t like him anyway!”

The parents did not find this funny. I, on the other hand, had to turn away to stop myself from laughing hysterically.