No, you cannot allow your child to run amuck

I do not have children but if I did I would make a conscious effort to ensure they remain as germ-free as possible.  My roommate, like any sane person, feels the same way so when she saw this scene go down in the train station yesterday she knew there would be immediate entry to my blog.

"I was waiting for the train when my thoughts were disrupted by a rambunctious little boy, no more than 5 years old, flailing around in the middle of the station.  Of course when you see a child by themselves in public, your first reaction is to look for the responsible party.  After scanning the crowd of rushing travelers, mindless tourists, and bums asking for change, the only logical choice was a woman standing a few feet away staring at the train schedule, though she did not seem at all concerned with the boy's actions.  I figured I should stick around to see how this played out, considering my other options were to also stare at the train schedule or make nice with the bums.  

First, the boy practiced his worm which resembled more of a beached whale, but kudos for his effort.  Then, he seemed to get a little tired, laying his head on the floor for a quick nap. (Don't worry, the woman is still facing the other direction.)  At this point I knew I was working with some great material and started snapping photos of his 20-minute acrobatic act.  As if this child has not yet contracted some sort of disease that comes with wallowing on a floor filled with parasites from the streets of New York, he felt the sudden urge to lick the floor.  Yes, LICK.  As I held back my impending vomit, the woman finally turned around and caught him in the act.  Though this warranted some sort of disciplinary action, the woman decided not to douse the boy right then and there with as much antibacterial hand sanitizer she could find, but rather that it was simply time to go- she took him by the hand and walked towards their train.   I'm sure being responsible for a child with endless energy allows for the occasional slip-up.  Excuses aside, if this was my child, I would still be sitting in the emergency room waiting for his tongue to be bleached."