Kids. Love 'em or eat 'em.

Kids.

You want to have them, then as they grow, you kind of bang your head against a wall wishing maybe, just maybe, if you asked real nice, that the hospital would take 'em back. Kids can drive you more insane than the one-night stand who turns out to be raving pyro psychotic.

Kids. One minute you love them to pieces, then the next minute you can understand why hamsters eat their young. It’s just easier to do that than having to deal with them as they grow into teenagers.