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Four years ago, Matt and I, simply like other parents, thought we needed someone to remember us after we die. Then we came up with an idea of having our own children. We believed that although that sounded insane, our children would enjoy the conversation about how annoying and stupid we were.
So, we decided to wed and now we have Ethan. Before we are done regretting how screwed we are, the other monster is joining him very soon.