Have you ever been, or ever had to drive a kid somewhere that was 8-10 hours away? It is a nightmare. The endlessly asked "are we there yet?" question starts up around hour 0.75 on a good day. How infanticide wasn't a bigger problem back when I was growing up is a testimony to parental patience of the day.
These days, feeding kid's lack of either an attention span deficit or the slightest discipline, parents buy cars with TVs in the back of their headrests so kids can entertain themselves by watching DVDs or playing video games.
In my day, it was the "who can spot a license plate from the most different states first?" game or trying to color within the lines in a coloring book while bouncing around in the back seat or fighting with each other. Small wonder we leapt from the car at our destination, kissing the ground in relief.
Yet another example of why we curmudgeons are built of sterner stuff than to
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