Great.
Well, you better get used to it. This snot-nosed kid, the boy who got his head stuck in our fence, is the father of your baby.
No, the father will be an adoptive parent who has gone through extensive interviews and a background check.
Both of you, stop. No more fighting. All this stress is bad for my baby.
Your baby?
Yeah, I wanna keep it.
You do?
Yeah. Oh, I was just doing some research online. You might want to eat something called folic acid or the baby would have a weird head.
You can't be serious. There is no way we're raising a baby together.
Then I'll do it myself.
Oh, please. You can't do that.
Well, uh, legally... He can. I mean, fathers do have rights.
Mom, What are you doing?
Nothing. I'm just reminding Porter that he does have a say in this. And let him know that if we want to raise a baby, he will have my support. And unlimited babysitting.
No, no, no, no. This is none of your business. Stay out of it.
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