  "Well of course we're going to have children, dear. Who else would carry on my, well our, legacy? " My wife replied to my thoughts. " Can read your mind, by the way. Just thought you'd like to know from now on. " She added.
I was starting to regret marrying a cow right about...now. "You see, Bob, I'm the brains behind this whole operation. I'm like the queen bee of the hive. " She grinned, although a cow's grin isn't rather comforting. "Well at least you're important. " I smiled, but inside my brain was screaming.
I knew she could read my thoughts, so I tried to quiet them. Like that worked. "Enough of this banter. Open your child receptacle. " My wife commanded. I had no idea what she meant... 
