Besides the obvious benefits of your children providing slave labour when they get old enough (I know Brad’s cabin is giong to be sweet once he has kids), there is stuff like this.

I mean the sheer joy of running up the stairs as you are about to send your kid into 15 years of therapy would be awsome. Then there is that little bit of additional joy you feel after recounting the story to your buddies over beer (again and again and again).

I can’t wait to be a parent. Awww heck, who am I kidding. I am not going to wait that long. I can’t wait to baby sit Ryan ;)