Dealing with the children next door was as simple as ABC when I was still a child; that is more than two decades ago. What probably made it simple was the fact that raising a child was a collective responsibility.
We could comfortably eat, play and even be whipped in another house if need be. This is not the case anymore, if anything, parents in my generation have drawn a thick line between their children and the rest of the world. If you belong to ‘the rest of the world’ cross the line at your own risk. You will be reminded of how painful labour is, how nauseating morning sickness is, how hard it is to come by a responsible man and above all, what it takes to raise a child.