Now there's an idea! Wouldn't it be great if with the birth of your children, your palms suddenly developed certain powerful suction abilities? That kiddo with the jelly-legs who refuses to come along with you - one reflexive movement by mom and SCHMOCK! stuck - no more wrestling with squirmy spaghetti limbs! The toddler who got into the chocolate syrup or the gooey honey or the mud puddle out back? SCHMOCK! rendered immobile and held free from gooping their mess all over mom's skin and clothes and the floor and the hallway and the stairs until safely released within the confines of the bathtub. Got two squabblers? SCHMOCK! SCHMOCK! held apart by moms arm length until certain discipline can be administered. Got a runaway? One who likes to dart at the moment you are communicating instructions? or step off the curb into traffic? SCHMOCK! stopped in their tracks! SCHMOCK! SCHMOCK! SCHMOCK! Oh, I like the sound of that! There are times when that would really come in handy!