And I won’t wear a condom. I’ll get her pregnant. How about some grandchildren? Sound good? Shannon and I will become another statistic, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourselves for traumatizing me!” “Oh, you’re so grounded,” Mrs. Kavanagh told him, still smiling, still half-naked. “Did you not hear me?” Johnny demanded. “I’m about to go out to the garage and impregnate Shannon. Think about that.” “You’re too smart to be stupid, Jonathan,” his father shot back.
