I have had it!
My 4-year-old son and I attended a birthday party recently for a little boy turning 5.
When I arrived, the presents had been opened and the children were running around the vast grounds shooting each other with Rambo M-16s, Rambo .45 revolvers and Uzi submachine guns.
The mothers sat around smiling and chatting, sipping diet colas as the hand grenades were thrown and the little tots killed each other off one by one.
As the carnage continued, my son looked at me as if to question if he too could go on a killing spree with his peers. The look I returned obviously answered his question and he hopped on a bike to ride alone.