Tonight Timothy and I went out to eat with my parents, Derek and Brooke, Megan and Jared, and Ethan and Kourtney. It was delightful. Good food. Good company. The owner of the restaurant--a really nice Chinese man we've met numerous time--was talking to Timothy as we made our slow way out.
When I made it to the door the owner stopped me and said, with his fun accent, "Is this your husband?"
I said that yes, he was my husband. "Your husband say this baby one of eight?"
I said, "Yes, she's the youngest of eight."
Then he said, "Oh--I thought your husband making a joke."
Nope. But that exchange just made my night!
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Clearly she could not REALLY be your eighth child. With you so youthful and darling and not even a grey hair to be found! :)
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