I really really do. I've got no interest in them. They're messy,
and gross
and immature
and stupid
and poop everywhere.
I don't like kids at all.
But I've decided that I'm going to marry a Welsh man, and have a beautiful Welsh wedding.
(in Wales, of course)
And we'll live happily ever after. A Welsh happily ever after. And one day. If I want kids. By some weird, random chance...
I'm adopting.
Two.
Two beautiful Welsh baby boys.
Everett and Owen.
But not O-win, like the American pronunciation.
O-WEN. Like the real pronunciation.
Kids.
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