We all gotta determine when we have all the little bairns we can support.
My first two either came right out of that can of foam or through the walls of a rubber. Not sure which cause we were using them simultaneously.
With three little mouths to feed and the oldest was seven, it was time to take some responsibility to make sure we did not have another one each year for the next ten years.
It was either a vasectomy, or Momma was going to make sure she never got "exposed" again.
I like cuddling up to Momma, so I got clipped.
