Sunday we went to a park to go fishing. It's right in the middle of neighborhoods so very walkable/bikable, but there are no houses that could see the ponds. This boy about 7 rode up on a bike and was hanging out with us trying to fish.
I admit my patience was thin. We had just had the head injury the night before and I really don't care for fishing. I go because everyone else likes it.
The kid was taking the fishing pole out of Max's hands and trying to cast. He almost caught Max with a hook. So I made a rule only grown ups could cast (Max can't really cast anyway). This happens a few times and I tell them no.
At one point Max tried to cast and almost caught the kid with a hook. The kid looks at me and says "what's the big deal? I didn't get hurt."
me: the big deal is I said no kids could cast. That's the rule. I don't know you and I don't want you to get hurt.
Him: My name is Marcos. Now you know me.
me: I don't know you. I don't know your parents. I have no way of knowing how to get help if you get hurt. You can stay and follow the rules or you can leave.
WTF? He was with us for a solid 30 minutes plus. Maybe I'm a helicopter parent, but I wouldn't let M2, also 7, just ride off for 30 mins without a destination or someone else with her. also, WTF at the kid talking back to me. I already hate fishing and the little shit made it worse.