Unfortunatly, my dear, you can not have children.
Father, when can I have children like those birds?
95 years later. . .
Dear Great-Great-Great-Grandchild, I am writing this to inform you that, even against my father's wishes, I have been able to grant the world with a beautiful new life. The child will live in New York City, New York at 567 Broadway Street. Your Great-Great-Great-Grandmother.