I never liked kids. My mom loves to tell the story of how, when I was five, I asked where babies come from. After she detailed the process in five-year-old speak, I wrinkled my nose. “Am I going to have to do that?” Don’t get me wrong, I like my…
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I never liked kids. My mom loves to tell the story of how, when I was five, I asked where babies come from. After she detailed the process in five-year-old speak, I wrinkled my nose. “Am I going to have to do that?” Don’t get me wrong, I like my…