I was reading the comments to this hullabaloo post when I was reminded about a conversation I’d had with a fellow passenger on my flight home from Charlotte last week.
My single-serving friend Kim was on her way to visit her two sons in Redding, where they’d be graduating from high school and college, respectively. Her third son was still back home in South Carolina, in a small town outside of Myrtlye Beach. That son, I think she said he was 21, is married with three kids, the first of which was born when he was 15 years old. His wife? Kim’s husband’s daughter (no relation).
yih, with three kids yah never get tha time sit down and really think about things…can’t geek out on policy (link: http://11d.typepad.com/blog/2006/05/bloggers_and_ev.html ) and read things, ya kno.
but really three kidz @ 21 thas so freakin sad…i mean i kin barely handle kid at 32..ahem…33…i mean goin on 34 & the close knitted-ness…too much for mah leetle brain to comprehend.
like mom being married to floyd or dad being married to the exes’ mom
(shiver)