I made the mistake of bringing my work to Starbucks for a much needed change of pace. I had a Frappacino, caramel, light (lite?), which was startlingly delicious. But it was busy, which would have been ok, except I forgot it would be full of BABIES. Everywhere I looked, babies, babies, babies. After an hour and a half, my whole self was thrumming with broodiness, my nipples were literally tingling with near-let down.
Don't get excited. There'll be none of that, the cons outweigh the pros by a more than significant majority (like 98%). But, another excellent use for the off switch, indeed.
While I was there, though, I saw another stage of childhood oddly illustrated. About six 11 year old boys came in, I think alone. They had skinny jeans and spiky/mullety haircuts of the current unfortunate fashion and they got big mugs of hot chocolate? Latte? and muffins and cakes, and they sat round quietly together having a spirited but civilised coffee shop experience. It was weird. I wanted to turn to someone and say, would you look at the wee boys, all civilised, amidst the yummy mummies.