I once offered to buy a five-year-old child a bottle of water when it was over 100F outside, at a theme park. What was his mother buying him? Coke. As in, will dehydrate you more and make you hyper and sick Coke. When I told her, she told me in some lovely broken syntax that it ain't none of my business. Two hours later, the kid was in the theme park's clinic (or as my mom called it, the "Oh Sh*t Room") because he had fainted and wouldn't wake up. The... mother... was screaming at people saying "He's just lazy, he'll get up in a minute". This was shortly after being told (erroneously) that I couldn't have kids. Maybe I should have just offered to buy HIM off of her. :(