I noticed something so funny about my... err, my eyes, and its effects on children if I give a light stare at them.

I think I was aware of this when I started high school, when Young Irritating Wailing Machines (YIWM if you may) lurked at the bus stop on the way home.

They whined, they screamed, they shrilled, and they, of course, wailed.

But if I gave them a look and they return that look, this most amusing face would be staring back at me.

I'm not evil, but watching the kid stare at you with a blank face of horror was amusing. They would stare, mouth open, eyes wide, and stay blessedly silent.

Why I just thought of it today? There was a YIWM next to me on the train. His parents did not let him chew on the water bottle cap (and get him braces in five years time) so he was on the verge of tears.

I looked at him. He looked at me. I stared at his eyes.

Cue in the silent-horror face.