Moms

Little girl: You keep asking me for money! Forty dollars in two days! And then you ask for more!
Mother, laughing nervously: Yeah…

–East-bound M66 bus

Overheard by: Eric

Train announcer: This is an Eastchester-bound Five train. The next stop is Gun Hill Road.
Little black kid: No, Mommy! Don’t get off there! They’ll gun you on the hill!
Train announcer: This is Gun Hill Road.
Mother: Shut up! You do this every fuckin’ time! Get the hell over it! [Drags screaming child off train.]

–5 train, North Bronx

Overheard by: Benny P!

Mother: Honey, we’re going to leave if you don’t stop. You already had hot chocolate and a scone.
Toddler: But Mommy, I want another hot chocolate!
Mother, gently sipping her own coffee: Honey, you’re acting like you’re on baby crack.

–Espresso 77, Jackson Heights

Teen girl: I was worried it had rabies or something. But seriously, how cool would it be if I got to go back to Tennessee and say I’d been mauled by a squirrel while I was in New York?
Mom: Well, we’ve got health insurance now, so you go ahead and give it another shot. I’ll get it on video.

–Isham & Cooper

Overheard by: Rose Fox

Mom with camera, chasing kid: Are you gonna be a weenie, or are you gonna let me take your picture?
Kid: I want to go inside! I’m all wet!
Mom: You are being a weenie!

–Top of Empire State Building [while raining]

Mom: Just stand still, Alyssa. [Little girl tries to reach into mom’s shopping bag.] Don’t touch that! I said don’t touch it! Do you want to go see Santa?
Little girl: Nooo!
Mom: Well, if you keep touching that, I’m going to bring you to see Santa! [Minutes later, girl reaches into bag again.] What did I tell you?! Santa’s gonna get you! He’s gonna come get you in your sleep!

–6 train

Overheard by: Elisabeth

Guy: You should really take her to the hospital.
Woman with coughing, sweating, crying child: You wanna do somethin’? Why don’t you get off yo’ ass and take her temperature?! [To child] If you end up in the hospital, I’m gonna make sure you stay in the hospital!

–1 train

Black mom: You chokin’?
Son: [Choking.]Black mom: Hmmm?
Son: [Choking, grasping at throat.]Black mom, hitting him hard on the back, causing him to cough something up: There. Now quit jumpin’ and movin’ when you eatin’ a lollipop.

–13th & University

Overheard by: Mathew

Eight-year-old girl pointing at bin of toys: Mommy, which one should I get?
Mommy dearest: I don’t give a shit.

–Chinatown

Little boy, singing to his mother: You are the music in me!
Mother: No!

–Rite Aid, 24th & 8th

Overheard by: Just passing through