One time a long time ago I went with my gf to her dad's house and we all got drunk together, because they were natives on a reservation and I guess that's what res indians do. At one point in the night the dad asked when he was going to get grandchildren and I nudged him with my elbow and said " want me to get started on that for you?". This memory has been causing me existential dread the last couple days and I needed to say it somewhere