Children in restaurants. I remembered a vulgar joke:

A soldier is on a train and carries a bag of sweaters with him, along with him in the coupe is a woman with a child. The child is constantly screaming, climbing where it is not necessary, but the soldier is patient.

The child’s mother can’t stand it and says:

You would scream at him, or scare him, or he would not stop.

The Soldier:
Your mother, or I’ll beat you.

“Well, what do you say, you would say, ‘I’ll hide it in my bag...’

To whom is he in my bag so that I can sweat?