She then mentioned that she would love a kiddo (preferably more than one.)
There I mentioned that I have no desire to reproduce in any future and she was shocked! And appalled!
I could nearly feel the virtual daggers she was sending me!
We argued for a while and because she was so insistent I started seeing her as some kind of superhero for babymaking.
Yes folks, that's a turkey-baster in her hand. Creative, no?
So there, in a moment of weakness I wondered about it all. Maybe I would change my mind if I really thought about it.
Of course I had to factor in that the kid would have my genes and the father would have to be a saint to counter those genes(and really, what saint would reproduce with me!)
This was my line of thought.
Yeah I don't think I'd do pregnancy well, to be honest.
I can handle screaming babies, but as a baby I cried all.the.time. I can't handle cries all the time. Seriously, what would I do with it? :S
Then I'd have to deal with a little Damian in the house who will scare the cat(s)and wreck havoc over us all. Evil toddlers might be funny in cartoons, they are not in real life.
And God help us all if this kid reaches its teen years. I'm not fond of teenagers to start with so being around one all the time probably won't make that any better.
So I had to make a choice, which option would be scarier? The wrath of the newly created superhero or the kid that will carry my evil genes?
Yeah, my baby would probably be able to kill the superhero.
I'll pass this time, sorry.
