Petting zoos for toddlers are basically holding pens for chaos, tantrums, and adults selectively ignoring reality. After successfully wrangling a restless kid and standing in line longer than any reasonable person should, the «family photo op» finishing line is finally in sight. Cue the entrance of a tiny line-cutter with the speed of a caffeinated squirrel and the manners of a pro-wrestler.

I was imagining, Ooooh yeah, dig it! The Macho Man himself runnin’ through my mind when i was writing about this kid, brother, but you can choose any other fighter you like, ohhh yeah!

So anyway, Grandma lingers several families back and announces a limp apology but seems oddly glued to her phone instead of her grandkid, as if pressing record magically replaces actual supervision. But the real magic trick is how quickly «sorry» morphs into subtle entitlement. Instead of removing the pint-sized interloper, grandma casually strolls over and, camera ready, asks for a photoshoot right in front of everyone.