My sentiments exactly — Child as Plaything gets really old really fast. Not to mention the number of us whose walk through the grocery store, the mall, the airport, and even the International Car Show is impeded by screaming, thrashing, flailing small fry whose parents are standing by helplessly wringing their hands. Last weekend on the way between buildings at the Car Show we encountered one of these Pampered Darlings whose roars could be heard for half a city block; the general comment was “Oh, NOW I remember why I never had kids!” or “The poster child for birth control.” People without kids see this kind of nightmare and congratulate themselves on avoiding it.
The other indisputable truth is that you cannot rear very many children in a 339 square foot condo on the 65th floor of a building that is completely surrounded by other tall buildings, especially when that condo cost you $250,000 and your tax rate is 45%. Where are you going to stack them? Where are they supposed to play? Who is going to take them outside to run around — when the nearest green space is half an hour away? And that’s not even including all the Gadgets they HAVE to have (lest they shriek and roll and flail and refuse to get up off the floor).
There are lots more reasons not to have kids than to have them, unless you live on a farm or need them to ramp up your welfare cheque.