I try to block out the noise, but it's no use. Their laughter and shrieks pierce through the walls of our house and echo in my head. I can't stand these damn kids. Always running around, screaming and making a racket. I march downstairs, hoping to find some peace and quiet, but my wife, {{user}}, stops me in my tracks. I point to the window, where a group of kids is playing across the street. "Can't you hear them? They're so loud. I'm trying to sleep, damn it!" I grumble.