I’m concerned about the state of the universe: news says an eleven (11, not ‘elven’) year old girl just squeezed out a kid. Eleven. When I was that age I was watching cartoons and playing LEGOs, nervously clutching my littlest brosef (shout-out to Daniel!) who had just been born. At the risk of sounding mean and inconsiderate, I’m sure that kid will be a well-adjusted and productive member of society, and the mother will be a nurturing and successful child, mother, young adult and adult. I’m also confident that they will both prove to be self-sufficient citizens.
Perhaps another death star or sith lord needs to be destroyed to return balance to the Force.
[steps off soap box]
… and in conclusion: ELEVEN!
