Chatting with a guy I just met. We’re at a birthday party for a one-year-old.
“Having kids is a lot worse than people told me it was going to be,” he says.
Then he darts off to stop one of his kids from knocking the birthday cake off the table. A moment later, he returns.
“Where were we?”
“Kids and how they’re a lot worse than everyone told you they’d be.”
“How many do you have?”
“Two,” he says. “You got kids?”
“Yeah, I’m getting it snipped,” he says. “Tapping out at two.”