Oh, children... I hope to not have any for the next few years. By that I mean
in wedlock. Because EFF being a single mother. Seriously. I mean, I'm already weird enough, and I think that trying to parent something that will be able to talk and think for itself will make me snap. Not like the show Snapped, but like going-insane-type snapped. And not murdering anyone. Can you imagine what my kids would be like? Ha, yeah me either. Even
with a husband, that thought is terrifying. Shelly with a baby? Oh dear..
"We're all mad here."
On a related note, I would only show them old shows and movies. And old music. Steven Victor, Tommy Lee, Casey Murie (not sure on the spelling..). Maybe Alice, too. That one is for the fourth child. Or second girl. If I have two boys, a girl, and then another boy, these names stay. My kids already hate me.
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