God, finding self getting dragged back in as well... It's not about hating kids at all. It's simply recognising that not everyone wants kids at every single event and not being so bloody precious about your kids that you can't recognise that.
I love DD dearly. I love it when we go out with friends who have kids. They play together, we have fun and no-one minds that:
(a) the kids are jamming straws into ice-cream machines/ pouring orange juice over each other / drawing on table/ running around like lunatics
(b) that at any one time, only about one third of the adults at sat at the table whilst the others retrieve said kids from pub kitchen/ main road/ car park
(c) every conversation goes a little like "no way, so your best friend just got hit by a bus and the ambulance.... wait, Lizzie! no, Lizzie! no, honey, not there... oh sorry, hang on a minute..."
Strangely, not everyone always wants that. Actually, in fact I don't always want that. I like having evenings/ lunches/ afternoons out without DD. I quite enjoy, for example, having conversations that last longer than two seconds. This does not, surprisingly, mean I hate kids. It mean that I am capable of drawing a distinction between times when having kids around is fun, and when it's not. People should be free to draw that distinction themselves.