I took the kids out for ice cream this afternoon with a friend. She also has six kids. The cashier asked if all of those kids were mine. When I told her six of them were, she sputtered, and then, honestly, said,
“Tell me. How does that happen? I mean really, how does it happen?!”
Let me just throw out there that she was old enough to know how these things happen. I wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted me to say. If it was biology, I wasn’t going there with my children within earshot. Who am I kidding? I wasn’t going there anyway. Really now.
I should have said something clever about a stork or how it was raining children one day or how someone just dropped them off on my doorstep and told me to have fun. But I didn’t. I muttered something about wanting a large family and loving my children and left it alone.
But really. How would you answer that?!