Good old dad. He thought he was helping me by telling me that you don't always pick out the right woman to marry and then have a lot of rotten kids.
I know he meant well, but I hate not being given a "Spoilers Warning" until after I had married Sheila and all those little pin heads came along.
Sometimes it's OK to be surprised about these things. I could have had a worry-free zone for a couple of years. I mean, just because me and dad were born with odd-shaped heads, doesn't necessarily mean the kids would be.