People have children for a variety of reasons. I’m sure most of them are noble. I like to think of my kid as a way to provide personal entertainment for Baby Daddy and me.
This is sick and probably will lead to years of psychiatrists for Monkey Boy. But having me as a mother pretty much guaranteed decades of talk therapy anyway, so why not have some fun along the way? So it is with great pleasure that I present Monkey Boy with his buddies, doing party tricks.