How’re your children, Mrs. Phelps?
You know I haven’t any!
No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children!
I wouldn’t say that, I’ve had two children by Caesarian section.
No use going through all that agony for a baby.
The world must reproduce, you know, the race must go on.
Besides,they sometimes look just like you, and that’s nice.
Two Caesareans aren’t necessary; you’ve got the hips for it, everything’s normal, but I insisted.
Caesareans or not, children are ruinous; you’re out of your mind,
I plunk the children are ruinous; you’re out of ten.
I put up with them when they come home three days a month; it’s not bad at all.
You heave them into the ‘parlor’ and turn the switch. It’s like washing clothes: stuff laundry in and slam the lid.
They’d just as soon kick as kiss me. Thank God, I can kick back!