I love having lots of rugrats but then the government goes and makes me fill out a form with question after question about each and every one of them and I’m thinking we should have stopped after 3. I am officially brain dead. Needed a coffee real bad by the time I got to Miss3 but then I’d never sleep.
Hope our descendants appreciate all my hard work when they’re researching their/our family tree in 99 years time, although it’s a shame we couldn’t leave some sort of personal message to them at the end of the form. You know, something classy like, “If you’re hung like a donkey, you get that from me.” I mean, it’s not like they can check 🙂