I met a young woman sitting at a party with a baby in her arms who started our conversation by asking (and this is totally true,) “How many children do you have?” When I smiled, made the zero sign with my hand, and said “Zilch,” she put her hand on my arm and said, “That is so sad.” I swear she had tears in her eyes. “I’m…ok,” I said. But she sadly shook her head. In her mind, I am living a tragedy.

I can live with that.

My favorite kind of kids. Over age 20.

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