My brother-in-law is the typical youngest child; always wanting to copy his older brother.
My husband moves into his own condo, he talks about getting his own condo. My husband gets a VR headset, he decides to get a VR headset. My husband takes up archery, he decides to buy his own bow. We buy a house, suddenly he is in the market for a house.
In some ways, it is kind of cute. In other ways, this is a grown adult with a fully developed prefrontal cortex we are talking about…
Ever since he has found out that we are expecting, he (a twenty-eight-year-old cis man) has decided he is going to have a kid and planning out all the things he plans to do with “it” and watching “it” grow up to be “just like me, a mini-me if you will.” (Quoting him here.)
There is just an itty-bitty problem with this: he does not have a willing womb. In fact, he has been (in)voluntarily (cel)ibate for a few years at this point. But details aren’t important! Those are for schmucks.
Cue every family event for the next seven months, him talking about how he is going to raise this non-existent kid and what a great dad he is going to be!
Again, with what kid, I don’t know. Mine isn’t available for testing, and she isn’t a toy that he can demand his brother share with him. But he is adamant he is going to be a dad and a great one!
And then on the day of the birth, he drops this amazing line in the family group chat for all to see:
Brother-In-Law: “So you aren’t going to be able to play [Online Game] tonight?”
Now you absolute tw*t! Your brother’s wife is in the middle of labor! He doesn’t have time to play with you!
If artificial wombs ever become a thing in the way that tech bros want to use them, his future child is in big trouble.