Kids in Konfined Spaces

I don't find kids annoying when they are in places that are meant for kids, like playgrounds and ballfields. They annoy me when they are in confined spaces, like subways and grocery stores.

This morning, I luck out with two sets of kids in my subway car, moderately unusual during the New York morning commute. Across from me, one sits quietly on his mother's lap. But two tots at the end of the car talk in high-pitched squeaky voices, not misbehaving or sassy, but its impossible to tune them out.

The entire population of the subway car gets off at Chambers Street and a complete new set gets on. Just interchangeable people changing places.

Oh good, now a kid in a yellow rain slicker and a matching wide-brim yellow rain hat. Do his parents think they spawned Christopher Robin?