The concept of being responsible for the upbringing of tiny people terrifies me*. I think the problem is how often I find myself being completely inept at the basics of managing my own life. I can’t in good conscience add another into the mix. And then there’s my track record with pets and especially house plants and, well, I have a feeling the state wouldn’t take kindly to my “survival of the fittest” defense.

*Have I done this rant before? Well fuck it, consider this a remix.