WILLIAM JAMES writes:
My parents had five children in six years; I’m the eldest. We often elicited comments from strangers.
I remember one time we were out shopping as a family, and a woman we had never met came up and said to my mother, “Goodness! Are they all yours?” She said we were, and the woman said, “Well, I’m glad they’re not mine!”
My mother’s response: “So are they.”