One Hundred Monkeys in Texas

July 1, 2008

A blast from the (reproductive) past

Filed under: Family — alancochrum @ 2:47 pm

Yesterday I was making the milk run, which in my case does not carry the meaning that Webster’s New World Dictionary (Third College Edition) assigns to it: “a routine mission, as of a bomber aircraft, that is not expected to be dangerous.” Actually, I generally don’t expect danger, but … well, I digress.

In my case, the milk run is the trip to Braum’s. With six people in my house — it used to be seven before the older daughter decamped to the University of Missouri — we go through about four or five gallons a week. (I have considered the advantages of keeping a nanny goat in our back yard: lawn care plus regular milk.)

When I left the store, I had one of those brief experiences in which something from your past, something you have not considered for months or perhaps years, snaps you in the face. In this case, it was a woman leaning into the back of her car in that oh-so-characteristic pose that could mean only one thing: She was strapping a young child into a car seat.

As of this writing, our youngest (of four) is not quite 9 years old. It has been a while since he has needed an adult to put him into a car seat.

This past Sunday, the (young) wife of our (young) worship minister smilingly told me that they are expecting their first child. My wife told me that another couple related that they are pregnant, too — with their fourth.

All I can say is: I’m so glad it’s not us. Been there, done that, still buying the T-shirts.


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