This could be taken in a multitude of ways, like mates not ever leaving their homes when they have little sprogs of their own or using the old 'I'm skint' excuse for EVERYTHING, even games of frisbee down the park.
But I mean it in the sense that I am entirely baffled by people going apeshit for them like they're a new invention: 'Ahhh, there's ANOTHER child about to turn into tomorrows Damien....'
Yesterday, I was walking up a main road in London. A toddler was just sitting in the middle of the pavement with some toys, playing cars. Her Mum & Dad were standing on one side, her Gran the other with one of those fucking colossal 3 wheeled Chelsea Tractor pushchairs.
They literally blocked the entire width of the path, with nowhere for me to go as the road was very busy (it was rush hour). I said 'Excuse me' a few feet in advance, and they all continued to just stand around gawping at it like a bunch of creepy men who had finally gotten their wish to go to a Vietnamese backwater village. I said 'Excuse me' again, and once more... nothing.
Eventually I just barged through past the pushchair to find a person standing behind them having the same problem and to get a nice filthy glare off of the proud Gran.
I want kids at some point. I think. I just hope that I still have the sense to realise the world goes on regardless and that letting your kids play on major roads is a minor mistake...