To the hipster asswipe at the Kennedy School soaking pool: Yes, we alllllll get it. You hate procreators and their noisy, splashing turds. Because naturally, you expected to come to the Kennedy School for a highbrow martini and silent soak. You know, the same place that hosts Mommy Matinee's and serves several kinds of tots? Go drown yourself. Your friend was visibly embarrassed by your passive aggressive commentary on the families around you. Here's an idea: Since you are obviously well aware that kids get kicked out at six (as you repeatedly stage whispered to your pitiable friend) COME AT 6:05!!! Or do you have zero sense of public decorum, having never left the house as a child, lest your tragic mother be ridiculed by douchebag judgemongers like you who throw tantrums and whine when they don't get their way fast enough. You were the worst child I saw there. I hope you have to single-parent triplets, you shebeast.