The Importance of Being Boo

I have been 33 for a week. I have been told that 33 is "thee" year. I am not sure what that means, but I will go with it. Why shouldn't it be "thee" year?!
My little big brother asked me today when I was going to "pop one out". When my mother was my age, she had (4) kids and was fully immersed in trying to ensure that we all turned out to be decent human beings. (The jury is still out) For as much as I like to think of myself as a responsible adult, I am still a little skittish about being responsible for another living human. I can put my puppy in her crate when she is naughty, I am pretty sure that placing Becky Jr in a crate and saying "NAUGHTY GIRL" would not only scar the child, but get me arrested. I have also been told that when God made me, he broke the mold and rumor has it, beat the hell out of the mold maker...could the world handle another me?