Supernanny, Where Are You?

Okay, before I even start I give all of you permission to tell me I never should have spent a morning this way. I know. I asked for it.
A few weeks ago I emailed a few of my college friends to see if they'd like to have lunch. We never, ever see each other. One of them, mother-of-three, explained that she couldn't have lunch, but why didn't we all have a play date. (Why do I want to go on a play date? I don't, really.)
I arrived at 10:00 to see one friend with her two adorable daughters. One was a little whiny, but that's just part of being a kid. No biggie. Mother-of-three arrived a little later. Immediately her nine-year-old asked me if I still didn't have a husband and I still didn't have children. I've told this child before that I don't appreciate her line of questioning, so I really don't excuse her. I did not say, "No, I'm not having children. They might turn out like you."
Then the almost-four-year-old fireworks began. She had no less than fifteen temper tantrums because another child (the owner of the toys) was playing with the toy she wanted. At no point did her mother say, "Demon, if you are going to have a fit, you can't play with the toy at all. Sit on the porch for a three-minute time out." No, we just heard how difficult she is. Well, yeah, she's difficult. You aren't doing anything about it.
Our conversation revolved around choosing schools and gluten-free diets. Let me be perfectly clear: I don't care. And gluten does not cause autism. Neither do immunizations. Autism is genetic and and caused by a difference in brain chemistry. Sista.
Obviously, I would rather have children, but as a childless member of society, I reserve the right not to deal with any of that crap. And I don't watch animated movies. Or play board games. Or play in the pool. And I guess that's all I have to say about that.