then comes the hands on part, a practicum of no less than 12 months when you are charged with the care of a special needs child. dumping the kid on family and/or friends is cause for automatic failure and a waiting period of 3 years before you can apply for child-breeding priveleges again.
if you pass, then and only then you may cautiously proceed with "planning" to make children.
perhaps then, those of us who try to get through our day as quietly and unassumingly as possible, won't have the wrath of demon spawn thrown at us daily, hourly, every fucken second of the day...
children are not accessories. they are not proof that you have a wonderful marriage. they are not the ticket into the womanhood club. they are not a salve for an empty life. they are not your crutch.
they are living breathing souls where your priority should be to molding them into responsible, mindful, and productive adults. the word "no" should be used almost as often as "yes".
you should want them. you should want to have them. plan for them, be ready emotionally, physically, and financially. you want neighbors and friends to like them, think they are wonderful, joyous, a pleasure to watch while you're gone...
use your fucken brains you breeders out there...don't keep making children that throw tantrums every day, all day long... kids who don't know it's not okay to put pencils in Fido's ear or pull Kitty's tail 'cause it's soft. stop letting them get away with looking in the neighbor's window, or jiggle their backdoor knob. teach them that reading quietly is also fun. take them to the fucken park for exercise instead of dumping them in the backyard, where they'll torture the ants, and pull up those lovely tulips you planted yesterday.
we have enough fucko the clowns running around. we don't need a constant supply being made to take their place...