five children.
three more.
ten grandchildren.
crazy woman qualified.
I woke up shakin' from the nightmare after my 4th child was born. (no silly - he was a cutie-patootie!) I dreamt I left him .... he fell out of the car.... I couldn't find him.
4 children are .... 4. More than 3.
And 3 is when the chaos begins.
Yes, I did say 5, I went on with 1 more. But that was years of yikes! and miles of smiles later.
What I didn't stop to consider (not ever ever) was what would happen later..... NOBODY asked me "would you like to be a granny?" "would you like to have another?" again. again. again.again again again. Nobody asked MY permission....
Just remember when you have children, someday they wander out around there and ...procreate.
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