Brats

I am pretty darned clear I do not want children.

Sorry Marli, it's not that I don't love you, but given a choice, I am quite glad I did not have to care for you. If you had survived I would have given you up and I still believe I would have felt it was for the best.

Not that I would not have made a good mother. In fact, I think I am great mother material. I would work on the child like I tackle a project where national well-being is at stake. 150%.

Which is why I don't want children.

Either that or I'd prefer a child of 10 or 12 thank you.

No infants with their manipulative wailing and pawing and cooing. Spoilt brats. And no, I do not think they are cute after about five minutes.