On the bus I take home from work, there is always a lady who rides with her kid, which looks to be four or five years old. The kid seems good-natured enough, but everyone indulges her too much. She stands on her seat and stares at the people behind her, or she starts screeching at the top of her lungs, and all these dimwitted old ladies on the bus coo and gurgle over it, thinking it's so cute. Three days ago, the kid's mother let her pull the cord to signal the driver to stop at the next spot, and the kid was delighted at her accomplishment, so she started shouting, 'I did it! I did it!' at the top of her lungs. All the old ladies sat there and encouraged it, so now she's done it again the last two nights - complete with the shouting, which her mother never attempts to subdue. How many more evenings am I going to have to listen to this, I wonder? How long before everyone gets tired of this wailing banshee and stops encouraging her to make such a racket?