I've always thought I had relatively well-behaved kids. They say please and thank you when prompted, and even eat a vegetable here and there. But even I know that being trapped in the confined space of an airplane for four hours can turn any angel child under 6 into the devil's spawn.
The pressure. The waiting lists. The judgment. You'd think I was talking about getting my child into an Ivy League school instead of SUMMER CAMP. But I recently found out that competitiveness and pressure aren't just for the school year anymore.