So we watched the world pyro olympics last Saturday. I wrote about the experience in my column but there wasn’t enough space for all the things I wanted to say. There were some things we encountered that are worth mentioning.
1) About three meters from us was a family with a very young child. “Young” meaning the child could not have been more than two months old — it was still wrapped in a hooded blanket. I don’t know how the baby could have appreciated what was going on. He/she slept through most of the event and I really wonder how the parents managed to protect him/her from the pushing and shoving that accompanied the egress from the baywalk area.
2) The same family brought a child who couldn’t have been a year old — the little girl wasn’t even walking yet. She spent about an hour wailing between the China performance and the Philippine exhibition. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was sleepy but unable to sleep amid that noisy, noisy crowd.
3) To our left was a family with four kids in tow. The youngest, a little boy, was learning to walk. The three older children amused themselves by playing tag. A lot of people had their cameras set up on tripods. The three brats ran around, pushing and slapping each other, oblivious to the fact that they could have damaged other people’s properties. What were the parents doing? Watching them smilingly… indulgently. One boy accidentally kicked one leg of my tripod… I cursed… the parents’ facial expressions did not even change a bit.