I think if I haven’t died from a tumor, or heart attack, or a wildcat maul. Ill might have some when I get handsomely money stable, and can afford to put them through homeschooling. Hopefully I dont fuck up my children’s heads at a young age. Because if I ever do I plan on telling them the cold, harsh facts of reality before puberty hits them. Kinda like this:
I think in the long run they’ll turn out better…maybe.