Kids!

"WAAAAA!" A baby yelled.

I looked up from my nasi lemak. At the next table a domestic maid was struggling with a child of about ... I don't know ... one year or below. The child was sitting on her lap and kicking up a storm. The maid was trying to contain his rage. His out-stretched hand was hurled at an older sister of about 5 who was seated next to the maid.

The sister's index finger was sliding this way and that across the surface of a mini IPad. Clearly, some form of rivalry was going on. The maid was at a loss.

The father looked back to see what the commotion was about. Then he walked to the cornflakes section where he filled up his bowl and topped it up with milk. He went to fetch his morning fruit juice.

The mother was walking towards the nasi lemak section on the buffet spread. On seeing the commotion, she walked back towards the child, reached into her handbag for her IPhone and handed it over to the maid.

The maid held the IPhone with her left hand, her right tightly clutched around the child's torso. The child swiped his index finger this way and that across the surface of his mother's phone.

Peace was restored. Each of us returned to our brekkie.

I'll leave you to come up with the moral of this story.