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"I can't believe it, she usually doesn't take to strangers." The woman said, a hand coming up to cover the smile on her face.
I glared down at the midget clinging to my pant leg. "Oh." I managed. Why in the world would this child want anything to do with me? I hated children. She smiled up at me silently, before burying her head against my knee. I tensed further like a coiled spring. "Well. That's nice." I returned my attention to the woman, probably the mother. "You can take her back any time now."
I was only here under duress, that didn't mean I had to participate in this kid program.
Unfortunately the child refused to unlatch herself from my leg. Despite the woman's attempts to tempt her away from me.
Growing impatient, I lifted my leg, impressed despite myself, that she managed to hang on. Mentally I threw my hands up in the air, physically I exhaled and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. She'll let go, eventually." Hopefully. I wasn't in the mood to get my leg amputated to get the parasite away from me. "Hold on, squirt." I said turning away from the woman to walk over to where the others were gathering. She held on tightly and I thought I heard her giggle. Great. She thought this was fun. Just my luck to have one of the children actually like me.

-Inspiration from thinking about interacting with children at work.