So this morning on the subway, this woman got on with her two young sons, and started talking to one of them about a project thing. Now, this boy could NOT have been any older than fifth grade, and probably younger. She was asking him about his model ship or whatever, I guess a diorama thing, and starts asking specific questions: "who rowed the ships?" "What did the merchants trade?" "Did they trade at the ports or go into a marketplace?" And the boy is all shrug-y, and gives a few "I think..." answers that were still pretty decent answer. And the mother... she gets all, "look at me when I'm talking to you! You can't 'think,' you have to be sure. What do you mean you don't know? You don't know a single think they traded?" And aaaah, it made me so angry. The kid deserves a fucking childhood, lady, don't treat him as if a fifth grade diorama is a college admissions essay. So when she got off the train, I was like, "here, you dropped this," and handed her a little note I'd written on some scrap paper saying basically that: "please, ease up. No child should be treated like that; he deserves a childhood." I have no idea if she read it, the train pulled away. I have no idea if it'll make any difference. I have no idea if, if I'd stayed around, she would have thanked me or broken down crying or punched me in the nose. I don't know. I can only hope I didn't worsen anything... Did I do right?