I’m not a chick either, and I don’t really did infants (about whom I agree with the OP and others who compared them to particuarlly hideous alien spawn) but boy do they like me. Slight hijack, but:
A few years ago, I dated a girl who was like-minded about children. However, on a visit with her family on Thanksgiving we went to her brother’s house near Boston. Her brother and his wife had three kids, all girls, all under the age of three. (Yeah, they’re from an Irish-Catholic background, even though they aren’t “practicing”.) Anyway, the two older girls are all over me, like I’m some kind of favored uncle. I used to be really uncomfortable about this sort of thing, never having had siblings or younger relatives, but I’ve gotten used to the idea that people don’t instantly think I’m a child molester, and now just take the normal precautions (i.e. staying in the presence of the parents) not to be suspected of anything untoward.
Anyway, come time to leave and the middle girl wants me to hold the baby. Now, this is a fussy, fussy baby. She doesn’t like to interact with her sisters yet, and doesn’t like to be held by anyone else; not Grandma (either of them) not my girlfriend (who could care less) and definitely not the girlfriend’s sister (M), who could care…um, not care…ah, hell, who wants kids badly and in lieu wants to play good aunt to her nieces. When M picks up the baby she starts screeching immediately, so I’m expecting when the infant is handed to me she’ll make a racket and I can just hand her back, problem solved.
No such luck. She looked up at me with large, round eyes, turned her head to my chest, and immediately fell asleep. I think I earned M’s undying animosity after that. (Seriously, she seemed resentful to me in every further interaction.) It’s like a gift…that I have absolutely no use for whatsoever.
I have a former coworker whose boys think I’m toasted cheese, as well, though there’s some measure of validity there as I always send them Christmas and birthday gifts (carefully selected books which apparently get read over and over…I guess kids still like Barbar.) In general, kids just seem to like me. I don’t dislike kids, and frankly, at least with the little 'uns, I’m often more comfortable than with adults, who want to talk about the weather and sports and work instead of play hide and seek or Go Fish, but I have a definite limit to how long I like to be around kids, and it seems to stop at about the four hour mark.
I agree that puppies are much cuter from the word go, and a heck of a lot less trouble, too. Man, I wish I could have a dog. Kids? Not a chance.
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