I am starting to avoid one of my favorite Zagreb cafés because a bunch of young mothers with tiny infants have recently discovered some of its many charms. By now they are no less than monopolizing it for a few hours every single day. Surrounded by humongous baby carriages from all sides, they prattle and giggle in utter oblivion of their little treasures. As well as all the other patrons of the establishment. Occasional screeching of infants is not as hard to take as is the regular stupidity of mothers. Judging by their routine performance, the mothers in question are veritable queens of stupidity, too.