I remember it clearly. I remember the day my future wife and I had the conversation about children.
She asked me, “How many children do you want to have?”
Me, being me, answered. “Who cares? Who cares how many children I want?”
My wife, already on her way to sainthood for choosing the cross that is me, said, “I mean, what do you think a good size family is?”
“A good size? Sixteen. That is a really good size.”
“Why are you being a pain? …”
