Yessiree, I’m done.
No more babies for me.
They drool, they cry, and they fuss.
Let’s not forget how much they spit up.
No way, Jose — no more babies.
I like getting my sleep at night.
I’m enjoying my new teaching job.
Plus, all the bedrooms at our house are full.
We just don’t have enough room for a baby.
Ed’s with me one hundred percent.
Did you hear me, Ed?
NO MORE BABIES, ED!
(Ed holding Emmy when she was born.)