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The reason why most school teachers, when they go out to restaurants, prefer sitting in the child-free areas is because they are fed up of teaching them all day. A professor and his wife went to a restaurant and asked the maitre de, “Do you have a kid-free zone?” “Why, sir? Do you hate kids so much?” she asked. The professor’s wife clarified, “He loves children more than anything in this world, but they burst out laughing when they look at his mouse-like moustache. As a chain reaction, I also cannot help laughing.” Recently at the Chandigarh Press Club I noticed scores of children shouting and racing around, while their parents were having dinner. Those who had come there for a quiet dinner or serious discussion must have felt as if they had come to a children’s park instead. When a child came up to me for my autograph I tried to hide my whisky glass and whispered to my friend, “They should have a separate child-free zone. After all, we have an open bar attached to the restaurant.” The child immediately replied, “Uncle, we, too, must have separate adult-free zones for children.”
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Children are considered an avatar of God. You may sing
Bache man ke sache, till they spill a cup of tea on your new suit while whizzing past you at a party or spoil your hairstyle while jumping on you. Suddenly the idea of a child-free zone seems attractive. A recent survey by a website airfarewatchdog.com found that 85 per cent of 10,000 respondents favoured the idea of a separate section in planes for those travelling with children.