Kids...

I absolutely hate when people bring their kids into work. Call me an asshole but it's true and it is my opinion. Why is it that people bring young "Timmy" in and think that it is OK to let the little tyke run rampant up and down the halls squealing? With the recent nuptuals, everyone and their brother has been asking me when I am going to have kids. This kiddy day care that my office turns into with regularity is a constant reminder that I am in no hurry to procreate. I said to the boy last night in the grocrey store that I was pretty sure I didn't have the "What sound does the dog make? woof-woof!" gene. He didn't seem suprised.