Exactly.
Now it seems that parents want to be their kids "friend".
Screw that.
I heard one passenger say, "Well, they're just kids..."
What, so that gives them the right to make everybody else's trip a nightmare? Screw THAT. Which also begs the question: just when and how did she think they were going to acquire discipline and manners? Those three barbarians weren't toddlers, or boys, but girls aged (I'm guessing here) 4 or 5, 5, and 6 years old. Was the Discipline Fairy going to appear and magically civilize them with a wave of her wand?
I've also heard, in parental defense of their demanding brat only child, "Well, he gets straight A's in school..." Huh? What difference does that make?
Years ago, like 20 years, my daughter was involved in a county recreation dept. after school gymnastics program. Very nice facility; a big two-story gym, it has a second floor parents' room, with large windows overlooking the gym floor, so mom and dad can watch their progeny without being able to drive the coaches nuts with suggestions/demands. One night, the room was pretty full, and several of us dads were sitting in a group commenting on this one little rat-faced blond girl who kept cutting in line after she'd used an apparatus, never right to the front, where the coaches would have busted her, but always about 3 or 4 kids back. Her mother was not only unembarrassed by comments about her brat's antics, she was actually thrilled: "Oh, look how excited Caitlin is about gymnastics! She just can't wait to use the apparatus!!" And people wonder where kids get their sense of entitlement. This mother not only wouldn't correct her spawn's selfish behavior, she was proud of it and no doubt encouraged it.
Then Caitlin picked the wrong kid to cut in front of: mine. Erika saw Caitlin coming, stuck out her left arm to block the attempted cut, turned into Caitlin like Jerry Kramer or Fuzzy Thurston pulling for Paul Hornung on the old Packer Power Sweep, then drove her out of the line with both hands on a very surprised Caitlin's shoulders. Erika then gave her a verbal ass-whuppin', which we couldn't hear, because the parents' room had thick glass windows. Not that we needed to hear it, as the gist of the ass-chewing was pretty obvious. It started out with both hands on hips, graduated to left hand gestures toward the end of the line (with concurrent right index finger chest pokes), and finally returning to both hands on Caitlin's shoulders, Erika turned her 180 degrees to face the back of the line, and gave her a little push in the back to start her on her long journey toward appropriate social behavior. The other kids, emboldened by Erika's stand against flagrant buttheadedness, wouldn't let Caitlin cut in front of them any more.
The mother was incensed: "Why, that little blond girl threw Caitlin out of line."
Responses of "Good for her" from the dads, but Mommy Dearest went on undeterred, "I'll bet her parents aren't even here to say something to her about her behavior."
I raised my hand: "She's mine, her behavior in dealing with your brat was appropriate, and I'm going to tell her so."