Cheaper By The Dozen

My girl is a forward thinker.  We haven’t even had this third baby yet, and all she wants to know is when we are having “number four.”  Curious, I finally asked her how many children we ought to have…apparently she’d already thought it through, because she immediately said “four boys and two girls.”

Now that’s dangerously clever.  That way she’d get to have a sister, and yet the girls would be outnumbered enough to be self-evidently “special.”

Of course, this is what we get for sending her to a French school.  All those French Catholics – half of her friends have at least four siblings.  It didn’t take her long to realize that, “wait. I’m French. And I’m Catholic!  Alright, bring on the babies!”

 

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