*Jill arrives home from running errands*
Jill: Argh! I hate going to the market on Saturday afternoon – it’s impossible navigating around the hundreds of soccer moms with their Denali-sized strollers. It was even worse at Pierre’s; while ordering my double shot soy latte I was pushed, spat on and mauled by a group of demonic pre-schoolers while their parents sat back in their designer glasses and chinos with the Saturday Times. It is my firm belief that people should keep their little beasts muzzled and in chains when in public. If I ever get pregnant ship me off the continent for my own good.
Lill: Jill! Glad you’re home. Let me introduce you to my gorgeous straight and single friend Tom who is visiting from down South. He was just telling me how disillusioned he is with being a wildly rich and successful hedge fund trader and that he’s now looking to settle down and start a family.
Jill: *Wide-eyed* Oh how fascinating! Did Lill mention that I simply ADORE children – in fact I’m hoping to have 6 or 7!