I was sitting with a good friend, watching the world go by, on a sunny, August day when a group of people–what appeared to be a family–passed by. The man was carrying a baby, the woman was pushing a stroller and three other pint-sized kids were with them, for a total of five. No one was crying and they looked to be having a pretty nice afternoon stroll. My friend says, “I hope they aren’t all theirs!” to wish I say, “I hope they are!” And we continued chatting.by
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