In a few years from now when this poor kid is starting their question happy/obsessed phase of life, and is like mommy how did you meet daddy? This is what they’re going to hear,
“Honey, mommy went to a Megadeth & Motörhead concert in Chicago, and my blue hair, silver tube top, fishnets, and knee high black biker boots, caught your daddy’s attention. Mommy liked his red mohawk, black pentagram gauges, and viper piercings, so after grinding on him we went to the bathroom and……and then mommy found out she was pregnant with you!”
Maybe mommy will skip the part where she went on Craigslist to find where the heck daddy was, and to give him the: “good news”
“Anyway I’m pregnant. It’s yours. Contact me if you want to be part of your child’s life.”
To see a snapshot of this actual post, check it out here.
There’s probably a lot of parents out there who’ve lied to their children about the events that lead to their creation. (And that’s probably a good thing…)