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Today is Prickle-Prickle, day 30 in the season of Bureaucracy, 3268.

Meep. Coming up the sidewalk to my front door tonight, I passed a woman with her little boy toddling along just behind her, he couldn't have been more than 2 at the oldest. Right about the point that she and I were about even with each other, he looked up in our direction and said "Mama" in the sweetest voice I think I've ever heard. Right at that moment, I nearly changed my mind about not wanting to have kids. I think it's time to go visit the nieces and nephews and slam down that snooze button on my biological clock for another several years (I do love them dearly...from a safe distance.) Ironically, I was just talking with someone last night about how I just am not interested at this point in my life in having kids, even if I was in a relationship where it was even remotely an option.

I might however consider having Wil Wheaton's children. From http://www.wilwheaton.net/faq.php :

Will you come over to my house and tell my brother to stop leaving the toilet set up?
Yes. Just as soon as you tell your mom to stop calling me. I was drunk, and it was a one time thing.

Have I mentioned that I can't resist a smartass? *swoon*