As it turns out, I like my own kid just fine. Sure, she's grubby and her nose runs all the time and she brings home wicked, potent germs that have brought The Husband and I to our knees for weeks on end, but she gives hugs and kisses that can't be beat and she cracks us up several times a day.
Today we took her to the CNE, a place our childless couple selves would have referred to as a "kid infested slice of hell," but if you want to see the joy on your kid's face as a goat licks food off her hand, you have to endure it. As expected, kids were everywhere and while we were there I came to an important realization.
I still don't like other people's children very much.
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