"Hi, I'd like to sign-up for sky-diving school."
"Great, I'll be your instructor. But is that a baby you have strapped onto your front?"
"Yes it is my little darling."
"Well, ma'am, we don't think that it's really a good idea to have babies cascading down from the skies; therefore, you'll have to get a baby-sitter."
"No, no, no, I want this child to experience life to its fullest; to see the world from a new perspective; to listen to vibrant new sounds; to peer into new faces; to soar with the eagles with wide-eyed wonder; and to realize that the entire universe is hers for the grasping."
"Sorry, ma'am, no babies."
"Well, I never, aren't you a prissy, sour-pussed, grinch-brained, curmudgeonly, old-fashioned fart. By the by, are there any bungee-jumping outfits around here?"