I've been coming to this hotel for a long time. At least about once a month. The bartenders know me by name. The desk people and valet guys know me by name. They know I bring my kid, we run around, and I go to the lounge at the end of the night until they close. Never been a problem.
Leave it to another lounge patron to cause a scene about it, all because he overheard my conversation with the new bartender. Apparently, he thinks he's the godfather of fucking parenting, I don't know.
Forgive me, but I am not polite when people butt into my business. My kid, my business. She's fine, super content with whatever she's found to watch on TV. She can handle a freaking hour and a half to herself. Nosy asshole.