However on days like today - I like to coerce my ovaries into doing a complete acrobatics show, to the point where I'm full on ready to flush all forms of birth control down the toilet and jump Shawn.
That fleeting TMI image aside, I've concocted a formula of what the future Shawn and Chelsea's of the world should be like when they're still cute and little. I've done it through the power of YouTube. (Boredom is a serious, serious condition.)
First of all, they'll get my totally awesome singing skills and gift of performing lyrics flawlessly:
They'll get Shawn's ninja skills:
They'll get my political knowledge (*Snort*):
They'll get a little bit of my dance moves:
Combined with Shawn's:
They'll get Shawn's disdain for flatulence:
And my ever-present amusement thereof:
They'll get my mouth:
(Yeah, I'm totally just kidding. Though, does it make me a bad person to SORT OF hope I catch my kid accidentally swearing on video? Probably. Oops)
They'll get Shawn's total nerdiness:
Any they'll get my sense of humor:
People are going to be completely enamored by how adorable our children will be. I mean, with that sneak peak. How could you not?
Disclaimer: This is by no means an "announcement" - As charmed as I am by the idea of having miniature Shawn and Chelsea's wreaking havoc on the world, we're not quite ready for that.