About my next child
So B has been a bit broody (rising *mumbles* so the hormones are telling her her breeding days are ending) but don't panic, no way am I ever having another kid. So I tell her that, and she's like, yeah but it would be a handsome kid. Which it would. I have some great genes and all my kids are choice looking. Hers aren't bad either: she's quite pretty if the light's coming from the right direction.So we were discussing kids' names and we agreed on Shark Mindfuck because we're both unemployed weedsmoking bogans, so what else would we call him? (And yes it would be a him. I only have man spunk left.) Thinking about Shark has sparked B's creative nerve, and now she has a full picture of him. She pictures him after his birth, being offered the boob and refusing it, demanding warm blood.
I said, well, he'll have the Rule cock gene (skipped a generation but Naughtyman has a wang that would make many grown men envious--I don't get complaints but no one faints on seeing it, let's put it like that) and that means double-figure inches. He wouldn't be a vegetarian. In fact, just like all my kids, he wouldn't go near a vegetable. He'd thrive on steak. Or other children's legs. "Shark," we'd say, "where did you get that bone?" Not that he'd answer. We wouldn't know whether Shark was meeting his developmental milestones in talking because he'd prefer to communicate in grunts.
We imagine the school phoning us. "We're sorry, Mr R, but we have to ask you to remove Shark from our school. We were willing to put up with him scaring other boys with his penis and assaulting his teacher, but he spent second break yesterday with his teeth fastened around little Jasmine's jugular. You do know he files his teeth?"
Not that he'd need an education. He'd steal anything he wanted, or pulverise anyone who got in his way. B says Shark would be giving the education, teaching us things we'd never dreamt of. Like how to get brains out of the carpet.
posted by Dr Zen @ 6:51 pm
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Our beloved Shark refuses weetbix instead opts for meatbix, made of raw mince.
He chases the postman down the block, and goes for two if he tastes blood.
L my first son, will often complain he is being bullied by Shark, but Dr Zen tells him to grow the fuck up, you're fourteen and he's only five.
We often will tie Shark up in the backyard when visitors come.
And despite the hospital bills, the tetanus and hepatatitis shots, our Shark remains beloved and hepatitis shots
After all you've said and, if you go ahead, will you be disappointed if it's a dainty little girl? You could print out this post and show her when she grows up. :)
BTW, the govt benefits for couples with children are quite substantial --or they were 11 years ago when I was briefly married.
If it's a girl, we're bringing her up as a boy.
Here's hoping it's a dog, but whatever as long as it's healthy.
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