Banning Babies
Dodd Harris wants to ban the little buggers from public:
I like kids as much as the next person, but, frankly, consider it frightfully rude to take a baby to the movies or a nice restaurant.
I agree. I’d add airplanes to the list, too. It’s bad enough to be harrased by the “security” folks and then get crammed into those little seats next to obese yahoos for several hours. The last thing I need is to listen to crying babies the whole way.
Mild sedatives work wonders.
Babies… fat people…
You’re just trying to stir up trouble in your comments thread.
Drum envy.
I agree – you are just trying to get comments.
I actually agree with the first two. I have a two year old and the LAST thing I would do is take her to a movie or nice resteraunt. If we do go out with her, we purposely pick places that are “kid friendly” since when we don’t have her, the last thing we want is to go to a nice place to eat and have to hear or deal with someone else’s rug rats.
Planes are another matter. There are just so many ways to go cross country to visit grandparents, so if you don’t like it, buy a first class seat and quit bitching about it. If you are too cheap to buy a first class ticket or charter a private plane, too bad – deal with crying kids, obnoxious people and the morbidly obese who always seem to get the seat next to me. And drink heavily during the flight.
BUT THEY”RE SOOOO CUUUUUTTE!!!
Agree with Whatever–one can avoid movies, and certain kinds of restaurants. One cannot necessarily avoid air travel.
Take an Ambien.
I don’t mind children on airplanes, as long as they’re in the baggage compartment.
Actually, it’s assinine people like all you all who give me great joy in taking my toddlers on airplanes, and we always go either first or business class. The more my kids bother you guys, the better. If you don’t like kids, move to West Palm, buy an oldster trike, and join the line waiting to die.
Sat next to a crying baby all the way from Phoenix to Dallas last Saturday. It only proved that fatherhood gives you much more patience than you would otherwise have. When it became clear she wasn’t going to stop crying, I just zoned her out, kind of like I block out my kids and my wife when they drone on and on and on. “Mmm-hmm. Yes. Really?”