"Were you, you know, trying…?"
Amanda and I love babies. Especially our own. So, we usually end up with a new one about every two years. This spacing is a little closer together than what, as far as I can tell, is culturally acceptable. So, we invariably get the "Was this, um, expected?" question each time we announce our big news. It comes in a few different flavors, but the underlying message is basically, "You couldn't possibly want this many kids, this close together, so something in the family planning department must have gone horribly awry. Right?"
Normally I just respond with a polite something or other about how we're richly blessed, but I think with the next go round1 I'll likely go on the offensive. "Oh, did you mean to have more than one TV?" I'll ask. "I mean, they're so expensive, and they can take up so much of your time. I guess I can see why you'd like to have one around, but why would you want to have another one?"
I mean, seriously. Anyone in their right mind would gladly take a house full of children over a house full of TVs, right?
- No, we don't have news. Grandparents, settle down! [back]
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