My (planned) son was born shortly before my 50th birthday. Prior to that, noone had ever asked me why I didn't have kids, probably because it was evident to anyone who knew me (including me) that I was entirely unsuited for fatherhood.

My point, if I have one, is never say never because sometimes you get a weird idea in your head and just run with it and next thing you know you're knee-deep in Pampers and writing Erma Bombeck level shite about driving the minivan to ToysR Us.