MyThreeDaughters

It saddens me to announce that I heard a new term the other day that, well, it saddened me.

Wife didn’t think much of it at first…she herself has sunken so far into the depths of this societal scourge that she can hardly recognize it.

I myself knew of the on-going problems with teen pregnancies, and I knew that girls were maturing at younger ages than previous generations, but I was flabbergasted to hear this term — to learn just how dire the situation had become.

My wife, she said, had a meeting at Pre-school with the other “Two-year-old Moms.”

Oh Lordy, the babies are having babies. Those toddlers have no idea what responsibilities lie ahead. At two years old, they should only be worried about potty training and pulling siblings hair and dumping juice on the floor, but now they have to push all that aside.

“Two-year-old Moms…”

Well, one positive note: These “Two-year-old Moms,” most of them are already married to “Two-year-old Dads.” I think the Two-year-old Dads gather at the pub.