Today, my mom said, 'You barely got any patience, my son... I pity your kids!'
I snapped back, 'That's exactly why I'm not having any kids ever!'
She was teasing, but I don't know if I was. Maybe a bit, maybe not.
You see, the more I think about being a dad, the scarier it seems. I only see ways in which I would screw up. Geez, I do a lousy job taking care of myself... it'd be cruelty to subject a live human baby to my ineptitude. It'd be criminal, even.
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