Moth­er to noisy, rest­less son: You know what? As soon as we get home I’m call­ing your doc­tor. You’re go­ing back on med­ica­tion.
Kid, scream­ing: Nooo! [Spot­ting board­ing pas­sen­ger] Oh, he has a wrestling shirt! I want a wrest­ing shirt!

–M101 bus

Over­heard by: Glad it’s not my kid