I am going to adopt a mentally challenged child. That’s threefold: [one], it’s harder for them to get adopted, I have, [two], oodles of love to give, and three, I just really enjoy the company of the mentally challenged. There is one caveat I realized, in my plan, and that is, they don’t leave the nest at eighteen. You die, God willing, of old age at eighty, and you are worried about who’s going to take care of your sixty-year-old retarded child. That’s where I came up with this brilliant solution: I am going to adopt a retarded child who is terminally ill. I know. Now you’re thinking, who
...more
