What do you do if you're beyond peak fertility, you drop ten large on science, and your wife ends up with two pre-humans instead of one?
A. Flip a coin on their behalf. Kill the loser
B. Give one away
C. Be happy
D. Feel despondent and write a sandy-vagina paean to solipsism on Huffington Post
To say we're excited would be an exaggeration.
This article makes me incredibly stabby. Gotta love entitled, solipsistic bitchy parents.
