
If you're not exactly sure you know what I mean, a few seconds of logical thinking will lead you to the right conclusion (or you can just take a look at the image on the right).� That's right - kids on leashes.� Kind of like dogs on leashes, only instead if K-9s, we're talking humans here.
The reason I bring this up is because yesterday, as I was on my way to work, I got stuck behind a pack of leash kids.� It was obvious to me they were apart of some kind of daycare program.� There were about eight of them, accompanied by two adults, and some simple arithmetic will prove that some sort of organizational device was needed for this bunch of rugrats.� Two adults means only four hands for eight kids, hence the need for the Jon and Kate Plus Eight hoop-style leash I witnessed.� Now this I find acceptable, particularly because the kids weren't restrained at all, but were instead holding onto a hoop that guided them along and made them easier to herd.

I understand I'm a little naive here and that there may be a perfectly good explanation for the leash kid phenomenon.� Still, most of time when I see a child strapped up in a fluorescent harness, I feel an overwhelming sense of pity.� Why can't mom/dad/nanny just hold onto the kid's hand, particularly if there is only one kid - not eight - to keep track of?� Surely some traditional hand-holding would do the trick, as well as foster that essential, warm and fuzzy caregiver-child bond.� I mean, if you were a kid on leash, would you not feel a little confused/degraded that both you and pet Fido were toted around in the same way?

While I doubt any formal studies have been conducted on the outcome of people who were/weren't raised on leashes, I do have friends of both varieties, and they've all turned out well.� Heck, my brother-in-law was a leash kid, and I won't hesitate to say he's quite an admirable fellow.
I suppose some kids are just that rampantly wild that they must be restrained somehow.� I'm hoping Baby Lump doesn't turn out this way.� So help me if I have to resort to treating my kid like an animal, or worse - a set of keys.
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