It is unfortunate that I'm not a more illustrative writer – I would like to write a screenplay for a romantic-comedy wherein all regular human transport development ceased after mastering the pogo stick.
I suspect the presence of this endlessly goofy spectacle would really drive box office ticket sales somewhere, at least.
I've already decided that if ever I have a niece or nephew, I will be determined that at the start of every interaction with the prospective individual – while at an appropriate age – I share how endlessly confusing it is that they are not carrying a large jug of milk. And I will have my own handy to prove my claim that it is only abnormal not to always possess your jug of milk.
Hopefully I can birth a trend.