Why I’m Not Ready to Have Kids
When I was a kid, my mom would go through the Wendy’s drive-thru and order a salad. The salad came with a foil-wrapped garlic breadstick and a packet of croutons.
On the car ride home, I would eat her garlic breadstick and croutons.
I realize now that that was a total jerk move. She never once called me on it.
It would be really strange to love someone so much, you’d let them eat your only breadstick.
