Poor Parenting is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose. But as an innocent bystander, I see things that make me wonder.
For instance, today at the airport, there were a number of people gawking at this
old plane.
Separating the gawkers from the runway is a fence with
very pointy steel spikes.
Every so often there's a brick pillar, about 4 ft high, topped with a concrete slab about 2 ft square. Now the pointy fence runs through the middle so there's about a 1ft by 2ft platform on our side, and the concrete slab is beveled a couple inches on all edges.
OK, now on this perilous perch, this guy plants his two kids for a better view, like so.
Now the two kids a bobbing and weaving, with their heads
over the pointy spike fence, at least half the time.
While I have visions of one or both of these kids, hanging from the pointy spikes by their chins, Dad (green hat), Mom (pink) and Grandmom? (stripes), seem not to be paying much mind.
Now I'm no nervous nellie, kids riding in the back of pickup trucks, and bicycling without helmets, don't bother me at all. But these are
really pointy spikes.