I'm going to confess something here: I hate kids. The very sound of their high-pitched, whining, demanding voices is enough to infuriate me. I don't give a rat's rear-end if they smoke, drink, kill each, or anything else, as long as they stay the hell away from me. I'm so sick and tired of having to hear about the children, and worse yet, having to care, that if I have to hear any more about, I'm going to vomit.
They say that the problem with kittens is that they grow up to be cats. It's the opposite with children. We have to endure the useless little SOBs for twenty years (or more) until they become the slightest bit useful.
Let their parents police them. I don't want to hear about it.
I love them! They are wonderful with fava beans and a nice Chianti.