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You know, when my middle brother and his wife had their first daughter, he used to put her up on his shoulders. She'd grab tight to a hank of hair...and drool all over his head.
When I pointed it out to him, he'd just say: "She's a baby, that's what they do."
I came to develop a strong respect for my (volatile-as-a-teenager) brother as I watched his patience with his girls.
For me, though? The closest thing I've come to wishing I had kids since I was an adult was in a dream I had about 10 years ago. In my dream, a woman with a cherubic baby in a stroller walked passed me on the street and I thought to myself: "Almost makes me wish I wanted one of those!" (Note the almost!)
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