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I think if you never had kids you become more intolerant of them as you get older. The closest thing I had to a child is my Goddaughter, who is now 19 years old (and ironically, asleep on my couch at the moment). I can't even remember the names of most of my friends' kids.
If I see a baby/toddler/little kid on a plane or in a restaurant, I just assume it's going to cry/scream/otherwise annoy the shit out of me because so many do. Seems to be an acute lack of discipline in kids this day, and I marvel over kids behaving in ways that would have got me beaten.
Yeah, I know, GET OFF MY LAWN!
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