An encounter with greatness.

Yesterday evening was lovely and warm, so we took the boys for a walk by the lake after dinner.  The bike paths and walking paths were crowded, and the playground was full of children.  Milo said that the setting sun made the lake look like orange juice.

Mark was helping Milo in the port-a-potty and I was waiting outside with Oscar.  A young mom with one boy joined the line.  She nodded at my pregnant belly and asked, "So how much longer ya got?"

I paused to count, and told her, "About four months."

Then, her jaw went slack with horror and she repeated "Four months…?"

"Um.  Well, with number three, everything happens a lot… sooner."

She nodded, but that look of horror never went out of her eyes…