I'll admit it--on occasion, I blame the adults when kids are going a little crazy. And that's fair, because there's plenty of times when it is entirely the adults' fault--adults tend to have more freedom and control of their own situation, and should be able to be trusted to make good decision for their own little ones. But sometimes...kids will just do whatever they want to anyway.
I had one such experience recently, when I took the 3 little girls to the library. They know the rules for the library--playing and reading quietly, picking up everything and putting it away properly before we leave to go home. They know the expectations for how to behave and look forward to our little library field trips.
Usually, our library is empty when we go, but on this occasion, there were three people having a meeting at one of the tables, so I gave the girls an extra warning to play quietly and be considerate of others, and we all settled in. All three of them were playing just fine. That is, until they decided it was time to go to bed. I never would have guessed that "bedtime" would end up being the game that caused all the trouble. Shiloh came over and curled up on the couch next to me for a good night's sleep, and approximately two minutes later, she burst upright and screamed "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOO!!!!!" at the top of her lungs. The three people in the meeting turned to look at us, and I was open-mouthed in shock. "Shiloh!" I said in a low tone, "Are you supposed to scream in the library?"
"Oh, sorry!" She lay back down, and whispered in a tiny voice: "cock-a-doodle-doooooo....."
At the signal, the other girls woke up and they all continued playing.
All this to say, you know, sometimes, when a kid screams "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!" as loud as they possibly can in the library...it's not necessarily true that they haven't been raised right. In kid logic, sometimes you just have to scream "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!" in the library. Somewhere along the way, that kind of thinking gets squeezed out of us and we all start doing normal things like reading books in the library. Mortifying as it may be, I can appreciate kid logic. After all, what would we have to laugh about if it weren't for rooster calls in incongruous locations?