Setting: leaving Target where an associate is cleaning up a mess.
Whitney: Ewww, is that throw up?
Me: Appears so.
Whitney: That's why I'm never having kids.
Me: Are you saying I'm never getting grandkids?
Whitney: You got a problem with that?
Me: No.
Whitney: My husband will have to clean it up. And no baby is spitting on me. It will just sit in its crib all day.
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