A young man just found out he and his wife are expecting twins. After learning of the news, he went to a nearby park and sat on the playground bench watching children running around in their delirium. He noticed a father with three little kids and felt compelled to ask, "So, what is it like having kids?"
The father turned to him, paused a moment, and looking frustrated and tired, replied, "You like punishment? Because it's just awful, awful, and awful. You have no time, you have no life, and you don't know who or what you are anymore."
The young man was confused.
The father continued as if thinking out loud,
"...but then...every once in a while, something magical happens...like a certain way they look at you or something they say, and it makes you forget for how awful awful it really is...".
The young man was relieved. But before he had a chance to take comfort, the father went on,
"But next thing you know, its awful, awful, and awful all over again", and gave the young man a look of pending doom.
Realizing that the young man was worried, the father slowly leaned into the young man as if wanting to share a secret and whispered,
"But just when you are at the brink, just when you think you can't take it anymore, and just when you think there is no hope, they do something miraculously magical and you're ready to take on all the awful, awful, and awful all over again".
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