Why about kids?

I was asked recently why it is that I enjoy writing from the perspective of kids. The short answer is that I find them much more interesting than adults. I think it's useful to think of adults in society as stuck in a concrete corridor with a number of doors along it. We have free choice in the sense that we have different doors from which to pick, but we have limited free will because no matter how much we might deny it, we're stuck in that corridor. Children's corridors aren't yet concrete -- they're permeable because they haven't been entirely "socialized" -- thus they are more likely to clearly see some of the illogic and inconsistencies in the adult world. This makes for interesting fiction.

The other reason is that children consume me. Okay, maybe not literally -- but given the chance, mine would likely eat me alive. And, truth be told, I love the back-and-forth banter and the way they challenge me every day. I thrive on it, actually. The part of parenthood of which I'm most fond is when they practice their politicians-in-training routine with one another and I find myself thrust into the Speaker of the House gig and abuse the powers invested in me by setting arbitrary rules, like: 1) all complaints must be sung sweetly, and in a high-pitched voice and 2) he who is about to say something mean must grab the two sticks from the middle of the table and hold them on his head as horns.

So the question is, how could I not write about children -- they're absolutely positively jolly good fun.