OK. I’m sending up a flare. This is me asking for help. I’m looking for some good comebacks to the age old questions that people from big families get asked all the time.
Here’s how it started. I brought my five children to the movies, aged ten down to two this past weekend. And the guy standing there taking tickets pointed to the children and asked, “Are these all yours?”
I typically make a joke and say that two of them were hitchhikers I found on the expressway but he didn’t seem like a happy fellow so I simply admitted they were all mine.
“What?! Really?” he said, his eyes widening. “You ever hear of overpopulation, man?”
And there was me. Gobsmacked. And I’m not easily gobsmackable. If I could’ve typed out… Continue Reading @ National Catholic Register
