There’s such a fine line between evil and crazy.
This is aimed at me, right?
:: shrugging ::
I like kids. They’re just…different. Full of potential. They’re interesting to be around, and frequently fun to be around.
Just a joke. 
Not even a little. Oddly, they seem to love me.
Also oddly, I enjoy taking care of them as patients because they seem to respond to me. I can usually make them feel really calm and help them understand what’s going on and that we’re trying to help them.
I know, dear. I almost wish I still threatened people with being attacked by swarms of mutant bees, so that I could put out that there are, in fact, no swarms of mutant bees currently gathered around you.
At least, I HOPE there aren’t. And if there are, it’s not my fault.
I actually dislike 6-20 year olds more than 2-6. 0-2… they really aren’t people… More like pets with added responsibility.
Small doses though. It gives me the willies to think that when dad was my age, he had an 8 year old, a 7 year old, and a 5 year old. Can’t even fathom it…
As the mother of 5 year old and 8 year old boys, I can tell you that I don’t dislike kids but I don’t “enjoy” them a lot of the time. I just find them exhausting (let’s not forget that I’m 51) and infuriating at times but there are the moments when they just crack me up, when they are sweet and when they are sleeping that I just fall in love with them all over again!
I’m not sure I really get the question. It feels kind of like being asked, ‘Do you like people in their early thirties?’
I’m not one of those people who ‘love kids’ in general, especially really little ones. I find most of them pretty cute in a mild way, as long as I can give them back. But they’re not some generic mass; from what I’ve seen, they’ve got very specific personalities very early on. Some of them are really interesting, or really endearing, or really funny. Others are boring or whiny or other unappealing things.
I tend to like kids best when they’re sort of between seven and nine. Their imaginations are at their quirky finest, which is a lot of fun to be around. Plus I loved being that age and remember it very clearly, so I have an easier time connecting to kids who are at that stage.
I’m gonna have a kid of my own in a few months. Every now and then I worry about how I’ll feel about it if it’s a boring person.
That is quite possibly the worst advice ever given. Kids deserve parents who truly want and love them, not ones who figured that even if parenthood sucked ass, it only lasted a couple decades. And for some people, parenthood truly does suck ass. That frequently gets taken out on the kid, verbally/emotionally/physically. It’s a shitty, unfair situation for everybody involved, especially the child. Encouraging people to put themselves into that situation is ill-thought-out at best.
In response to the OP, I like reasonably quiet, well-behaved small children. Ones who are bouncing around like spider monkeys on crack and shrieking like fire engines work my last goddamn nerve. I don’t care if it’s a happy shrieking, it still feels like someone is slamming an icepick into my eardrum over and over and over and over. Five minutes of that, and I totally understand how shaken baby syndrome happens. Not that I approve, mind you, but I understand.