Could we all just please stop the rutting? Just for a minute?

Simple, subdued, poigniant.

Of course we might not need to stop, and just let nature take its course.

This is the argument that helped kick me into daddy mode.

Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel has fifty-eight cracker-ass-crackers, and I can't have ONE?

Fuck that.

Well at least my kid will have something to do while we think about it. Weird.