While the kids were climbing over antique dining room furniture
dancing around with my acoustic guitar,
slamming the neck of my bass into the window unit,
knocking on the window to make the dogs bark,
eagerly sliding my vinyl records out of their cases,
attempting to operate the record player,
popping balloons in the den,
I touched Blake lightly on the leg and told him
"Baby, let's never have children."
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