Summer holidays and crazy kids

You can always tell when it's the summer holidays.  There are kids all over the place, like flys buzzing around a warm pile of dung.  Having a kid and letting them loose in the world is the fashion statement of summer.  You can't get away from them.  Wherever you turn there are parents and sprogs.  Every shop, every pavement, every doorway, every available seat, shop, bus stop, cafe, there they are.  All shapes and sizes not to mention variety of volumes.  Some are stuck on constant screaming loud and while others could of been mistaken for taking an ampetamine or two.  Mums do their Linda Blair impression, bellowing the name of their offspring and breaking all fragile glasses as thier pitch out does any opera singer.  I can see their heads turn on necks as they look around for the little angel of their life.  Plastic lenses were developed to withstand such excrutiating screeches. 

Summer becomes the time when the worst of child caring abilities is on show for the world to see.  It is outlandish with absolutely no conscience.  For the children, angish and psychological scars are developed to taunt them when they have grown into adults.  "I can remember when my mum shouted at me..."  Many a therapist could be kept in perpetual work with it all.  This is how love is expressed for the sproggs.  Love which comes from a  hypercritical do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do attitude.  It's obvious here learning by example has no meaning.

I do not know how we survive as a human race, or even how we progressed from an ape like form to standing upright.  There must of been a genetic defect which allowed us to communicate by vocalising words and not grunting.  It is the only rational explanation, especially when you see these little creatures full of energy and their in tow companions parental figures.   Emotional maturity, sexual maturity and intellectual growth take three completely different routes.  Were the human race to reach a form of emotional and intellectual equilibrium before hormones were allowed their rampant release, the world would be a different place.

Sprogs.  You can't help but love them, it's just everything else attached.