Four matronly women were sitting under their beach umbrellas at Atlantic City. It was a hot afternoon, and none of them felt like talking. Finally, one heaved a deep sigh and uttered, "Oh!" The second responded with "Oh, dear." The third said, "Oh, dear me!" Then the fourth stood up angrily and said, "If you are all going to start talking about your children again, I'm leaving."

Children can be a problem, can't they?