Food for thought

In the short time since I began this journey, two stories involving sperm banks have broken in the national news.

The first story raised serious and legitimate questions about sperm donation and the lack of regulations on how many children one man should be allowed to father via donation.  It did make me stop to think.  And I do have an opinion on this, but it’s better served for another day.

Then, shortly thereafter, a second story broke about sperm banks turning away redheaded donors, for supply and demand reasons, because, you know, no one in their right mind wants soulless, ginger children. That one made me stop to wonder if it is expecting too much to think that the adults of the world would have moved past the  third grade, playground taunts of redheaded woodpecker and freckled faced freak. Then I roll my eyes because I am damn proud to be a redhead and wouldn’t have it any other way. You know you covet my hair color.

After taking some time to reflect, I have reconciled these two newsworthy concerns  as follows.   At least I can rest assured that my soulless, ginger children won’t have an extended half family that puts the Duggars to shame. Problem solved!