No, no, no, no, no, no, no. And thrice times no.
Children often seem cute (or so I'm told, I've never seen it myself).
But then, when small, their fuel exhaust systems malfunction, and their vocal output has no mute button, and they can't control their motor functions to the annoyance of the passenger in front of them. Oh, and they exude slime. And they smell of sick, or talc.
Later, their social interface programs do not interoperate with their parents, they cost unexpected money just to maintain, let alone enhance. They make strange grunting or shouting noises for unexplained or unpalatable reasons. Occasionally they smell of sick again, but now for less wholesome reasons.
Then they bugger off to the other side of the world.
No-one in their right mind would perpetuate this evolutionary dead end, cute or not.
Love'n'stuff
I still think they're cute! Unlike this:
Google has just taught me about the annual "baby crying festival" in Tokyo, a 400-year-old tradition, in which amateur sumo wrestlers hold the babies high in the air, and try to scare them into crying, while a sumo referee judges the match. The toddler who cries longest and loudest is considered the winner. What the fuck?!
