I used to work at a pony camp that catered to rich kids from a very nice neighborhood. We would have really spoiled kids all the time. While annoying, the most frustrating part is trying to maintain authority just so the little shits don't get themselves killed by a thousand pound animals. Anyways, we had maybe a 10 year old kid from some mildly famous sportscaster in one week. The kid was just downright awful. She ignored everything we told her and was mean to the other camps in camp. At one point, she started a physical fight with another girl and when she felt like she was getting beaten, she started yelling, do you know who my mom is? I'm going to tell her. The other kids got scared and started crying. My co-worker replied, actually, I do know your mom and I know she wouldn't like to hear about this. Why don't I call her right now? Little Brat didn't believe her, so my co-worker did. She was much easier to deal with the rest of the week. Turns out, my co-worker worked with her mom many times over the years. She's a professional makeup artist for TV and did her makeup more than a few times.