Life is full of little advertisements for the future. If a park is an ad to have children, the zoo is an ad to not have children. As I walked around the Toronto Zoo last week examining the Naked Mole Rats scurrying in their little tunnels, walking all over one another; polar bears who chomp down on cantaloupes and silly orangoutangs who play peek-a-boo with old sheets. I had to stare at equally amusing parents with their kids. Parenting didn't look like very much fun; all day long they had to walk around with two wagons trailing behind them, one for the kid and the other fir the kid's stuff. And it seemed like the kid would start crying every time an animal looked at it funny or the parent refused to carry the kid another minute longer having exhausted themselves from doing it for the three previous hours. All in all it didn't look to fun.