It’s not like I was eavesdropping because eavesdropping is rude. But I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation, as our whole family was parked in the bleachers to cheer on our favorite baseball player. The conversers sat behind us, and I wasn’t going to give up my front row seat just to avoid hearing a simple conversation. You know?

So, the two women are talking about a family they know with six (!) kids. I am pleased to note that everything they had to say about the large family was very positive. They note the wide age range of the kids and one remarks, “Yes, well, if she’s going to have sooo many, at least she had the common sense to space them out—and be done with six.” The other woman agrees.

So, of course, this amuses me, not offends me. You can’t have a lot kids and be the kind that gets uptight too easily. It’s just not good. So, I counted up my brood while I sat there. Yep. Still only five– which is one less than six.

Whew. That was close. (I think I struck out on the spacing, though.)