I saw this woman in a store yesterday. She was buying some candies. Apparently for her kids, though she didn't look like a mother to me.

The shop keeper fishes out two candy bars of one kind, and a third of different brand. The lady says, "I have three kids. Even if one of the candies is slightly different from the others, it will be a big problem!'.
Poor woman, I thought. What a trouble, three kids!

I mean, I can't bear even one noisy kid. Even when I was a kid, I hated noisy kids around me. Chubby ones, screaming, bullying their moms...

One of the reasons I don't want to marry.