Sometimes it bugs me. But, sometimes, people in general bug me.
I remember when my daughter was six, I was taking her to dance class...she had two classes in a row, so *I* had two hours off. I parked next to an SUV with a couple of kids in it.
The lady got out, then a preteen daughter got out, and they both unloaded about six more kids... mom got the giant double stroller contraption, put two little ones in it, held the hand of another one, the older siblings held hands with another younger one, and they all walked in to drop off ONE little ballet outfit clad little girl. Then, they all walked around the plaza a little bit while the preschool-sh age boys ran around and roughhoused.
I dropped my ONE kid off, went to the .99 store, and then hopped in my little car and drove home for a while. I was thinking "Man, i'm glad I only have one kid, that looked exhausting".
But, then other days, I thought it looked fun. She had a lovely little family. They homeschooled. The kids truly LIKED each other...they treated each other with respect and genuine enjoyment. It was refreshing to see.
Their clothes weren't nice. They didn't go buy ice creams after class, they didn't seem to spend a lot of money on non necessities, yet, they seemed like one of the happier families I've seen.