I haven't had exposure to very young kids in a long time. I'd see my baby cousins like once a year or less, especially since our grandma died, and I disliked having to hang around with them because the bigger they got, the more aggressive, rude and destructive they got (both boys). It certainly made me not to ever have a child when there's a chance it could be male.
I got introduced to my current bf's family recently and he's been taking me along to hang out with them, which usually means staying at his parents' place for a night or two, and also means near constant exposure to his nephews there. I usually get handed the baby even if I never ask for it, but I'm mostly OK with that, because he's a chill baby. But the older kid, holy shit, must be the most annoying kid I've met. He's huge for his age which makes his baby talk make him seem retarded (he's not even 3 and the size of like a 5-6 year old), manipulative as shit, demands attention constantly and,
surprise, also aggressive and destructive in his play.
The funny thing is that I'm apparently exposed to the "good side" people talk about, since he gets taken to his grandparents to play around and then gets handed back to his mom when they had their fun, since they live 10 minutes apart. So this is the "you get to only enjoy the fun parts of the kid, golden package"-grandparent experience, and I'm still trying to find the fun part. Any time the Kid is there, the world revolves around him. Sitting down and feeding a kid a fruits for 20 minutes isn't fun. Trying to get a kid to put away the stuff he plays with, and going over the colors one by one is not fun. Him saying he "loves me" 20 times during lunch to which I'm forced to react to because they all go "awwwwwww" isn't fun, it even stops being cute after 3 times. Having to be present to the kid doing everything that might be considered "new" to him and him being ask to show me all his toys every time isn't fun. It feels like a personal circle of hell, where I'm forced to constantly react to things in an upbeat and happy tone when I'm bored to tears and try to sound as non-threatening as possible when scolding a kid that throws a pillow into my face.
I leave the meanest, pettiest part to the end, that this poor kid has one of the ugliest men alive for a father and has his adult man face of his chubby kid body, so he could be called anything, but cute-looking, which makes the cooing over him seem even more bizarre of an experience
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