People who know me well..or more likely have even met me at least once...know that I don't much care for children. Sometimes I wonder if it's because I still feel quite child-like inside and am very often mistaken for a small child on the outside as well.
I will, however, make an exception for French speaking children until about the age of six. I'm stopping over the airport in Geneva on the way to Athens, and there are chatty French speaking kids everywhere! I love it! I think the fascination stems with the worldly sophistication I associate with all things French. It's like, look at that very small person talking like a grown up! How funny!
I wonder if people look at me and have the same thought.