Interestingly enough, even though I don't want my own kids and I really cannot stand baby smell, I actually adore kids. I grew up babysitting for colleagues of my mom and running around after my nephew... you don't go through 5 years of babysitting autistic twins without some real love for kids I tell you that!
Except when I'm at work. Then I hate kids. Usually because their parents bring in 10 of them at a time and let them run around my store screaming and breaking things and then fuss at me when I ask the parents to please tell the children to stop running. I think I'll hang a sign on the front doors that says "No Kids Allowed Without A Leash"!![]()