Well... we don't entirely agree. And here are a few reasons why.
1) Eventually, your kid will learn how to feed himself. My beagle, on the other hand, will never learn how to drive a damn car and purchase his own store-bought kibble, let alone open it up and serve it to himself in a bowl. What's more, he'll rely on me to control his feeding portions until the day he dies, unless I just let him eat whatever he wants, so that he winds up dying of heart disease and The Diabeetus at the age of 2, looking like a gluttonous, furry, bowling ball. Chances are good this will never happen to your kid, unless she's Honey Boo Boo.
2) At some point, your kid will stop shitting on the rug. Unless it's a family tradition. Or a particularly hideous rug. My terrier, on the other hand, will never know the magical beauty of diapers, nor possess the fortune to outgrow them, even when he's a teenager. Despite potty training, his voluntary incontinence will follow me his whole life, rearing its random, foul-smelling head in the form of piles and puddles left throughout the house like hellish presents hidden by the "keister bunny." Your kid, on the other hand, will probably outgrow this problem.
3) If your kid gets sick, they whine, and complain, and make a lot of messes, but so do dogs and cats. And let's not forget about giving them medicine. Sure, you have to fight your kids to get them to take medicine they don't like, but at least you don't have to mouth rape them by shoving a pill far enough down their throats that they'll swallow it, like I have to do with my dog. Also, I'm pretty sure you've never had to express your child's anal glands.
4) At one point, your child will learn to speak and tell you what he or she wants. My cat, meanwhile, will never get that pleasure. No, for almost 20 years she will meow, and meow, and meow. Is it because she's hungry? Constipated? Getting ready to throw up all over the rug? All of the above? Too bad I won't know until she's already done it.
In short, we're not saying it's by any means easy to raise a child. We're just trying to point out that pets, which we love like our own children, can be equally difficult to take care of. And let's face it, whether it's your son taking a dump on the carpet, or your Doberman asking for more money to help pay his tuition, neither pet nor child will ever be fully independent of you... until they're dead or you're dead.
Cheers and stay classy, folks!
Beer: Modus Hoperandi
Music: Taj Mahal