Dear Diary,
I think it's great when you ask a newly married couple how many kids they'd like and they reply with something outlandish like, "Oh you know- maybe nine", as if it's no big deal their litter will be as large as a standard American baseball team and that they'll also be subjecting themselves to be the drivers behind the wheel of a 15 passenger van that small college classes go on field trips in. Then, a little while down the road they have a child. You ask them again about the number of offspring that awaits them and with huge bags under their eyes they reply, "Oh you know-like maybe four", but you notice they get that twitch in their faces like they both know that's an outright lie. They finally get their second child and decide that the next pregnancy is probably also the last pregnancy. All of the sudden you feel really good about yourself because all that judgment previously cast upon you by childless couples just took a one way ticket to a fireplace and burned, baby, burned. Props to all moms and dads who can have many children, raise them well, and not go crazy. The trifecta. You deserve a medal.
Sincerely,
Me.
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