I used to be pretty honest about the fact that I didn't like children. When I was growing up, I swore I would never have any of my own and even after we were married and the two kids arrived... I liked my own, but no one else's. The problem is that they always liked me. I guess they were always drawn to their own maturity level. I say this all in past tense because I've realized over the last few years that it's not the children I don't like... it's their parents. Kids on their own are great... its their parents that screw them up for the most part. I know lots of little kids that have dual personalities as well. The person they are when they are alone, and the person they are when their parents are around. Complete opposite. It's really sad. I think the problem is that some parents don't know how or are too afraid to discipline... and then they create a monster that they can't control. Today was another instance where I was forced to re-think my attitude towards children. We went to a Sacramento River Cats game to celebrate my sister-in-law's 50th birthday. It was a lot of fun, but the best part was playing with her grandchildren. They are adorable and so much fun to be around. Two of the little girls (3 and 4) latched on to Sierra (as usual) and sat on her lap for the majority of the game. They were nice to each other, but always competing for Sierra's attention. They played, teased, sang, cheered and just enjoyed the event. At one point I tried to tease them to say that one of their favorite movie characters was sitting behind us in the stands (Troy from High School Musical) but they didn't buy it for a second. They were on to me... and much wiser than I thought.