i think mary poppins said it best when she chose to dodge the chimney sweep bullet and not explain anything.
that's sometimes what i want to say to people when they ask me why i don't want a girl.
i would prefer a house full of crazy boys who break bones, pottery, and hearts thank you very much.
i have dealt with raising a girl before, (aka myself), and seriously, i about died.
i almost didn't make it through my teens people, let alone being a young adult.
how my mother survived me is in fact one of life's greatest mysteries.
oh sure i am fun now, but now is a more mild, mellowed out version.
can you imagines "this" i was in fact more intense than i am now.
precisely my point.
i will admit, although the little is quite possibly the cutest thing that has ever breathed the same air as me,
having a girl would be quite a completely beautiful adventure.
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