Dear Man Who Dared to "SHH" my Kids Today,

Botanic garden trams are meant to be enjoyed by families of all ages, not just aging old men and their preteen grand daughters.  If you have a problem with toddlers being on the tram I suggest one of the following options:

1. Take it up with management.  See how that goes over.
2. Choose to sit in one of the other two cars and 30 other rows that are not in front of four rows of families with small children.
3. Move to above mentioned other areas during one of the ample stops along the tour.

What I suggest you don't ever do again is turn to my family after my 4-year-old dares to point out some of the views and glare at my kid while saying "Guys, SHHHH" in the most abravise, aggresive, and intense voice possible. 

Because the thing is, my husband is a gentle and kind man, the the tone Appa used to shut you down was laced with "dare to speak to my family like that again and I might get in my first fist fight."  Trust me, the only way to bring out rage in my husband is to mess with his kids, and you "sir," came dangerously close today.

I'd have his back, too. I spent the entire hour seething at the back of your balding head.  My speech pre-bloodshed was going to be epic.  Just saying.

Respectfully,
The Mama

PS: Fried handlebar mustaches look good on exactly zero people.