I happen to LIKE kids. A little marinade, a little barbecue sauce . . .
Mostly, I do not like to be around kids for an extended length of time, which is why I never wanted any. I get to play with my ex-wife's 5-y-o twins on a semi-regular basis, which is fun, but so is waving goodbye when they leave. When it comes to hellions at stores, I have an advantage--apparently, kids are intimidated by a scruffy, long-haired, bearded behemoth giving them a Mona look. On rare occasions, I've also been know to bellow, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" to catch their attention. (My bellow can be easily heard from a half-mile away, as some of my survey crews can attest.)