Shoved to Them
A woman at my 7 year old daughter’s dance class today asked how many children I have. I patted my belly and said, “This is number 7.”
She gave a a stunned look before replying “Oh my, that’s way too many.”
The very next thing in my mind was the song “Boy for Sale” from the musical Oliver!.
That’s just the sick way my mind works. People are rude and I answer with Broadway musicals. No smart retorts, just quiet humming and a little chuckling to myself for the next half hour.
Honestly, what does she want me to do with the overages?
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