The idea of raising a baby still terrifies me. The biggest problem is their laziness. When someone I’m working with or living with or whatever isn’t doing their part I get pissed pretty quickly. Of course I’m your typical introverted wuss so it tends to manifest as an internal grudge that eventually emerges as a self-destructive behavior, but that’s a topic for another time. Anyway, here you have this baby. And it doesn’t do shit. Well, actually that’s pretty much all it does. And I have to fucking clean it up? I guess what I’m saying is I have a feeling that as time goes on I’ll end up resenting them for their poor work ethic. You hear that baby? Pull your weight! And, wait a minute. Can a baby pull its own weight? What do they weigh, like, 15 pounds or so? Stay there, I gotta go gather some things to test this.