…I got the question again today. My tribe and I were sitting in Arby’s enjoying- well enjoying may be stretching it– our lunch, and I noticed this older man that kept looking over at us. I tried to enjoy my 10,000 calorie meal consisting of a Beef and Cheddar sandwich, curly fries, and of course sweet tea, and ignore the man.
But alas, he kept staring.
Finally he got up to leave, and as he walks by our two, yes two, tables, he asks it. The big one, the one I was waiting with bated breath to hear: “they all yours?”
I smile ever-so-sweetly and say, “yes.” He replies back with something along the lines of, “they keep you busy, huh!” Of course I politely reply back, “yes they sure do.”
Next time someone asks, I am going to have to have a clever little something tucked away in my back pocket, all ready to go. Maybe it will go something like this:
Nosy Rosie: “Are they all yours?”
Me: “Well, not legally. I found this ad on Craigslist…’said they’d pay me to take in their kids! Well, I’ll be darned if they weren’t joking, they gave me $10,000 per littl’un. Those two right there (points to twins), they paid me double, ‘said they were a package deal!”
Nosy Rosie: “Oh, well ok….sorry I asked.”
Me: throws head back and laughs maniacally….
I wished after the twins were born I would have thought to keep a running tabulation of how many times I got asked that. It really doesn’t bother me, but I like to poke a little fun at the subject.
Just another day in the life I suppose!