I absolutely
despise it when parents don't control their kids. I wasn't allowed to get away with anything, and neither will my hypothetical future children.
A few years back, my husband and I were on our honeymoon in Aruba. We were trying to "relax"
in our hotel room one evening, when we started hearing giggling, screaming, and slamming doors out in the hall. So we stuck our heads out and there was a bunch of kids running around slamming the doors to their rooms, racing up and down the hall, etc.
Turns out the kids belonged to 2 families that were on vacation together. Their mothers had booked rooms on the club floor for themselves and put the kids into regular rooms on our floor. The adults had gone to dinner and left the kids alone, "supervised" by the eldest of them, who was about 15.
We caught one of the mothers, and she got an earful from me - I actually wanted to bitch-slap her, but decided it probably wasn't a good idea.
We tried to fetch security, but got nowhere. We finally went down to the front desk and complained and demanded to be moved. They moved us to the club floor
A couple of days after that incident, we were heading down to breakfast when the mom and one of the kids got onto the elevator with us (this is how we know the parents were on the club floor - you needed a key to get access). The kid looked over at us and whispered to her mom (loudly), "IT'S THEM!!" I didn't say a word, just grinned my litte wicked grin