Now, if I'm being honest I don't much like children. Babies in particular I am less than fond of. I don't hate them, I'm not a monster, but without any sort of attachment to the little boogers I just rather not be around them. But for some reason, spending time with my friend and her bun in the oven made my daddy instincts kick in. I didn't know if I even had those. It just feels sort of weird, if you know what I mean.