Actually, no.
And I'm one of the very few childless/grandchildless women of a certain age that I have ever met, that DOES like kids, and I mean ever ever ever met.
And while many younger childless women like children, within my age group, I am in an extremely small minority.
I suspect that there is aproximately one of me.
Screaming, crying, having a temper tantrum, picking their nose, you name it, I think it's adorable.
If it is running around the store slamming into me and making me drop my shopping selections of china figurines, I still don't get mad. I'd be more likely to start a quiet, sensible discussion about having good manners in public.
Most of my friends would start screaming louder than any child ever could.
When I go to a restaurant with my female friends, I am constantly the one beaming at the parent with the loud child while the rest of them are telephoning the police.
I got very, very tired, frankly, of listening to my many peers complaining endlessly about children, I've stopped socializing with the worst offenders as I get tired of their endless discussions of 'annoying children', which go on for a great long time after the offending child has disappeared. Sometimes the same annoying child is discussed for years.
And there were so many of them and they did it so much, that I decided there had to be a biological reason for them acting that way. I've decided that once females get to a certain age and their estrogen levels plummet, there's a direct effect on their hearing, which starts to go in such a way that the specific wavelengths at which small children scream, are distorted beyond all compass in their hearing.
I have a lot of scientific, objective observation to back this up. For example, of those women of a certain age who are childless, I'm sure you've noticed, how very frequently they shout at their partners, 'WHAT???????', even if the partner is sitting right next to them.
Obviously their hearing is starting to go in exactly the way I've theorized.
I LOVE kids. ANY kids. ALL THE TIME. If I don't think they're currently being adorable, I think they're being funny. If they are acting REALLY awful, I just blame their parents....LOL...just kdding. I know parents can't stop everything a kid does.
I get three reactions when I complement parents on their children's deportment in public:
1.) Bursts into tears
2.) Stares at me as if there is a train coming at 55 mph behind me
3.) Narrows eyes suspiciously and backs away cautiously
I'm fairly sure that is, again, because I am the only one of my species. A childless woman OACA (of a certain age) that likes children.
But the only thing I find more entertaining than kids is their parents.
I have a tradition I've kept up to honor my mom who always did this - there was always in the house, some popsickles or ice cream in the fridge, and some games and kid's books. Always. Even when we were all grown up and a kid hadn't been in the house for years. My mom was always ready in case a child should just happen to wander by, or on the off chance that someone would donate one.
My mom loved all children of all ages, she said, "Of course I love children. I even love your sister".
My sister was 28 at the time, but she was acting like a brat.
The best kid event that ever happened to me was that once I was window shopping at a mall, and a little tiny kid can running up to me, the mother was in hot pursuit and was trying to grab him, and making gestures like, 'DON'T PAY ANY ATTENTION TO WHAT HE IS ABOUT TO SAY!!!'
He stood there, all snowsuity and serious, and asked, 'DO YOU GO TO THE BATHROOM IN A TOILET?'
Having some idea of the most burning issues on the mind of the average child of that age, I said, 'Yes, I like to use a toilet, it is fun'.
The child stared at me with a very serious puzzled expression, as if I had two green heads sprouting from my shoulders, and I could tell that using a toilet was about the LAST thing he was considering doing at all willingly.
The mother raced up, clapped both hands over his mouth and started apologizing frantically, assuring me that there was nothing about MYSELF that had caused me to be asked that question.