Reminds me of . . .
Groucho Marx was interviewing a woman who had 18 children.
Groucho said, 'That's a big responsibility. Why so many children?'
The woman replied, 'Well, I just love my husband.'
Said, Groucho: 'Well, I love my cigar, but I take it out of my mouth every once in a while.'
Hey, it's not as if there were lots and lots of unwanted, abused, and neglected kids already out there, is there?