"I keep them all in cupboards, and whip them out when I need a tyke to chase off some ugly bird who won't take no for an answer. We can't make them all bookkeepers," George answered. It probably didn't make much sense to those who didn't know George's history with the hag who'd mooned over him, and now did their books and had a younger girlfriend.
"As soon as they start to fuss, I hand them back. Or I give them loads of sugar and hand them over and run," George agreed. It was much simpler that way. George doubted he'd ever have kids of his own. He liked girls as much as boys, but he didn't do much dating either way, and had never had a relationship last past a couple of dates anyway. He was content to leave the kid-spawning to his brothers.