It's worse than that. We don't have kids, but my pals do. Whenever I drive to see my dear old Ma she damn near has kittens when she sees the baby seat in the back. Plus I get all the sticky, crappy detritus of child raising in my life without any of the joys of parenthood. Jammy hands on the headrests, rusky kak in the centre console, unimaginable kak on the radio and so on.
It's worse than that. We don't have kids, but my pals do. Whenever I drive to see my dear old Ma she damn near has kittens when she sees the baby seat in the back. Plus I get all the sticky, crappy detritus of child raising in my life without any of the joys of parenthood. Jammy hands on the headrests, rusky kak in the centre console, unimaginable kak on the radio and so on.