I was at the supermarket the other day and got one of those terrible shopping carts. You know the type, it already had a kid in it.
Don't get me wrong I like kids, except the noisy ones.
Say what you will children often come equipped with everything they need to do anything they want in life, except be quiet.
At a certain young age it seems there is an impossibility about being quiet. Anything worthwhile comes with noise.
No noise, no fun.
It's all about shout outs and loud speakers.
Not so much when you get older; everything good seems to come with a reduction in noise level.