Hate it is a strong word, but it's the one that I'm going to use. Because your kids are driving me crazy with their auditory abuse. I'm minding my own business, but your rats are ill-behaved. If I had my druthers, then they would be enslaved. They're messy and they're smelly all coated with sticky grape jelly, they must touch everything they see and they smell rancid, like stale pee. They yell at nothing, and cry at anything and completely lack consideration, being that we're in a public place could you please control that abomination? I know you think they're cute, but I'm sorry, I can't agree. If that little shit doesn't leave me alone I'll lay him across my knee. I'll administer a little discipline that you're unable or unwilling to do yourself. A little authority never hurt, towards one who's putting me through hell.