I don't particular like children. The thought of having my own kids scares the beegeesus out of me. You get fat and bloated. You can't see your own feet due to your bloated state, and you put on two mismatched shoes wearing your moo-moo Hawaiian dress. That look is everything I am against.
I taught kids, a lot of kids. They're adorable, but I could not spend more than an hour a day with the little monsters. Plus, kids in classrooms are much different than kids at a house.
This is a conversation I had with MaMa Chan, who was an advocate for grandbabies coming out of my belly.
MaMa Chan: We need a farm. I want to separate the dragon fruit tree.
Me: When are we going to have fruit?
MaMa Chan: After it groes this big. (Spreads arms outward)
Me: You won't be able to eat the fruit.
MaMa Chan: I'm planning for the future generation.
Me: There won't be a future generation.
MaMa Chan: Fine, then. BE THAT WAY.
It seems we are settled. No babies from my belly.
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