That doesn't like children, rugrats, little monsters, tricycle motors, kids, whatever you want to call them? I just don't like them. Noisy, smelly, just plain irritating. I had two of my own. That was enough. I've felt this way ever since I had my hysterectomy 16 years ago, though I've never been particularly fond of them. I enjoy spending time with the elderly and the disabled (and made my career doing both), but leave the kid watching to someone else. Surely I can't be the only person brave enough to admit that kids are a nuisance?