People are always busy and can't sit down in a restaurant,
People have kids they are impatient or cranky,
Babies are easygoing because they have a pacifier that keeps them quiet,
But older children are a different story,
They bang their fists on the table and cause a scene,
Dirty looks mean time to go,
You just hope they grow out of it so you won't have to crawl underneath the table.
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