I am not a man who suffers any other road user gladly. However, when my own mewling brats were in their car seats I realised that chucking it round corners with my usual gay abandon was likely to result in a severe case of shaken baby syndrome. I therefore put up one of these accursed stickers, not as a boast, and certainly not because I expected any special treatment, but rather as a considerate warning to other traffic that I might occasionally have to use my brakes rather than accelerate through an amber light.