I had to run to the doctor's office the other day [I was out of the Zyrtec substitute she wants me to take, and I'm still not comfortable enough to take any random generic brand, because the crazy, it is full on, so I have to go and get it at that pharmacy. Plus, it's only $3 for the month's supply. SWEET!] and as I was walking in, I saw a woman with SIX small children corralling them out of the building. They looked like her, so I'm assuming they were all hers.
And I can't help it. I get crazy judgy when I see women with that many kids. I want to shout, "YOUR UTERUS IS NOT A CLOWN CAR!"
I'm sure it's a reaction to having only the one kid, but it's also because I feel like people who have that many kids and don't live on a farm are just doing it to be smug.
Anyway, this reminded me of this woman I used to know when the girl was very little. One of her ever expanding brood [there were 3 at the time I knew her, and she was pregnant with the fourth] was friends with the girl, and sometimes she'd go over there.
And we were chatting one day, about child safety, and I said, "Well, it's not like you have a gun in the house." And she said, "Well, actually, we do."
We didn't remain friends, because what the fuck was I going to do with that?