Some time ago I was complaining to Mark about the ladies in the mall who ask me when I troop by with my four children, “Are they all yours?”
He asked me, “You’re always talking about that. Does it really happen all that often?”
“Yes, it really does,” I insisted,”almost every time I go out in public where people have a chance to talk to me.”
I could tell he was skeptical, so I went on. “I guess people like to bother women about things like that more than men. You do the grocery shopping with them all every week — doesn’t anyone ever ask you if they are all yours?”
He replied dryly, “When it comes to fathers, the subtext of that question would be a bit different, don’t you think?”
I guess he has a point…