There's a little boy playing in the queue ahead of me.
"He's having a great time," I say to the mother who looks kind of embarrassed at the noises coming from him.
"Get up from there" she says to the little one.
Sure he’s only having a bit of fun, I say, though it's clearly none of my business.
The mother said yes, role play. She looks tired.
The little boy barks.
The mother pulled him off the ground.
"Are you tired yet?" she asks him.
He struggles to get back on the ground, she struggles to hold him
and then a voice tells us that counter number two is available.
You think you’re going to be ages waiting and pulling them off the ground,
but it comes so quick, the end of all that, your turn at the desk.
