When I was a young mother of just two children (one more was a twinkle in my eye), I enjoyed craft classes provided by the military for the spouses. Childcare was also provided, which was in the same large room in the back area with boxes of games and toys and an old piano.
One class in particular I was sitting with some neighbor ladies I was acquainted with and we were enjoying working on our project of the day. We were chattering and laughing and enjoying ourselves.
The sound of someone pounding on the piano at the back of the room found its way into my consciousness. None of us mentioned it for awhile. It started interfering with my good time and then it was downright annoying.
Finally, I spoke up in an irritated voice, "Someone's kids are making so much noise on that piano. Why doesn't that mother take care of her kids???"
The ladies at the table with me started laughing. I looked up and said "WHAT?"
My friends told me to stand up and look in the back of the room. I did. I saw my two kids on the piano bench pounding on the piano! Yikes. The little darlings.
Note: Photo is Nora at the piano found on Google.