Kids should be put on leashes. Short ones.

Okay, that being said, I may as well explain. I was coming home from work today, all nice and happy and thankful that I'm no longer sitting at my desk staring at a bunch of budget numbers, and the kid happened. About to get off the bus at my stop, when this little rat-bastard runs up behind me and *kicks* me in the back of the right knee, just as I step off the bus. Hurts like hell, and now my knee's in a brace, all because some lady couldn't keep her four or five rugrats under control as they terrorized an entire busload of tired commuters by runing all over and screaming and climbing over everything that couldn't get out of the way in time.

Ooh, I'm so mad, I could squash a pea.