It’s not that I don’t like kids, it’s that I’m rarely around them and therefore find their behavior unfamiliar and incomprehensible. The public tantrums and the screaming are incredibly unnerving for me. Yes, I understand that kids scream and fuss and that oftentimes parents can’t do anything about it.
Let me give an example of incomprehensible: in a large group at a family restaurant I’m seated across from my cousin’s baby son. He’s fussing and everyone’s trying to unfuss him. Nothing’s working. I’m expecting the worst and I get it. The baby is now screaming. He suddenly winds up and and whips his head forward, slamming it right on the edge of the table. I’m absolutely horrified both because he might have badly injured himself and at the sheer random insanity of the event. We jump up to help, get ice, try calming him down, check for damage (nothing serious but the parents immediately rush him to a doctor. He was fine except for a spectacular bruise.)
The most awkward situation for me is when a beaming mother practically shoves her little cherub into my hands, with a look that reads, “How could anyone resist the cuteness that my little Angel?” I’m thinking, “No, I do not want to hold the live grenade, thank you.”
Like all single men, I hold the baby out at arms length (strictly a defensive posture, as any substance that’s spit up is likelier to hit the floor than my shirt.)
I look the baby in the eye and give my best “I know that you know what’s going to happen, let’s get this over with” look. S/he stares at me, face scrunches up, mouth opens, the great inhale starts (one of those time-slows-down moments for me) and the shrieking begins.
The baby, suddenly way stronger than you’d think possible in such a tiny body, then twists around faster than a greased pig and reaches for Mom, and I’m left desperately trying to not fumble the ball. I quickly hand baby back to Mom as she simpers and waits for me to reveal just how happy I am to have experienced her child. All I want at that moment is to make sure I haven’t had a stress related stroke and to change out of my now sweat-soaked shirt into a dry one.
Parents: If the person you’re about to pass your baby to has an expression on their face which is a direct match for the one on a person about to get into a car wreck, please do not give them (me) the baby.
Oh yeah, I’ve seen several instances of parents bringing small kids and babies to R-rated films. This is not unusual.