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? …”

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