So I’m seventeen, and what better time than now to think about reproducing?
No but *seriously*. I have recently decided that I want three kids:
and the third one doesn’t matter.
And, I mean, apart from the fact that I’d obviously be a great parent
my brother has given me a whole new perspective on the topic (because of course this is the kind of thing we talk about):
“Of course I want kids. A bunch of tiny mes running around? Yes please.”
That is a direct quote, people. (And now we know the truth. Cloning should definitely be [il]legal.)
Basically, I can’t wait to live vicariously through my kids :D – and the dating world will be better for it, because I am determined to make my sons the most well-behaved gentlement on the planet. Thank me later ;)
Also, talk about big, stylish plans for my daughters.
If we’re going to be honest here, the only thing getting in my way of being the equivalent of Mary Poppins is my extreme egotism and singleness.
You don’t think I’m ready?