Before I had children, I hated all kids. Really. Now that I have two of my own, however, I love my own children and I don't always want to throttle other people's children anymore. Consequently, I enjoyed reading this bit about Tony Woodlief's son. A short sample:

I'm going to give Eli a nickname: Catfish. Set him down on the floor, and he will commence to picking up anything in sight and putting it into his mouth. Occasionally he'll crawl over to his mother's favorite rug and yack up a hairball or a dried pea or something. He's very cheerful about all of it. He's a total bottom feeder. I'm worried he will become a lawyer.