Just a bit ago, in the stall next to me in a ladies' restroom, a four-year old kid was screaming at the top of her lungs reciting the alphabet with her mother, who was waiting on the other side of the stall. My ears were literally hurting as each scream echoed. The kid bellowed, "A!" The mother enthusiastically replied, "B!" From my stall I uttered a curt "Shhh!", and as I was washing my hands I politely told the mother that her kid needed to tone it down. The woman looked me up and down and replied, "You obviously don't have kids."

So it is with fierce agreement that I direct you to Christina Waters' article, Screaming Me-Me's and repeat: If your children aren't ready for prime time, keep them at home until they are.