You know. . .Having a kid is fun, but it kind of takes all the time out of your day. He doesn't shut up in class, he ALWAYS has to go to the bathroom, and there is never a time when his nose isn't runny. Why are we kids in the first place? I mean all wee do is cause headache for our parents. If only we were born with the IQ of Einstein for someone. Maybe then we wouldn't be so ignorant and weak in the first place.

Yet, now I have a kid. My very own. Luckily, there's this thing where we can apply to. . .oh what do you call it? Conception in a plastic cup? Yeah we're allowed one of those. It's like having a tube baby. The kid thing is grown in a machine and in six months, the machine spits the kid out. Then TA DA! Your own little bundle of joy. It's all about genes too! Hyne, I love technology. This kid looks like me AND Zell. Well, at least he doesn't have the chicken hair like him.

You're also probably wondering why I haven't cussed so far. Duh! There's a kid here! Ya can't cuss in front of a kid! It would be indecent and dumba. . .butt-ish-ness. . . ANYWAY, we've both also agreed on a few things. No smoking around this one, and no drinking. It's a new type of Hell I never knew of. Piece of . . . flesh is so freakin' fragile. . .YOU NEED TO GROW UP FASTER! * Crying * Aw Crap. Here Zell, you take him

~It's always me isn't it?~

Well he half yours!

~Fine. . .fine. . .~

Like I was saying, the little tyke is a handful, but we love him. That's that. End of the freakin' story. Hey Zell!

~WHAT?~

It's your turn to take him to class. . .

~ HEELLLCK NO!~

Helck?

~Heck, you smart ass!~

Better a smart ass than a dumb ass!

~Quit cussin'!~

What the hell? You cussed first!

* And so ends the story for now. . . Write back. . .I need to know if I should continue it or leave it. *