I'm not, as I regularly annoy those around me by saying, much of a fan of children.  Much respect owed to those who do have the patience and stamina to raise them, and raise them well (and much internal shouting at those who raise them to be bastards, naturally).

But there are moments.  Such as today, when an audience of small tykes, unprompted and unrehearsed, began to sing the show's main theme song, "Hooray for Mr. Fox", as the opening music for Act 2 was playing.  Nobody was on stage.  None of the cast were singing.  The house lights went down, the music played, and the children sang.  They'd only heard the song once, at the top of the show.  It's not the first time, either.
We've also had children get to their feet during the finale medley, and try to copy our dance moves - tricky for the little blighters, in my case, as I'm not always certain what I'm doing, so copying must be quite a challenge... but they do it, bless 'em.

Still no interest in children of my own, and put me alone in a room with one, and I'd panic... but in large, audience-shaped groups, yes, yes, I think I can admit to liking them.