Come home, hope-filled prisoners!
This very day I’m declaring a double bonus—
everything you lost returned twice-over!
…except here, by the way. Don’t get any ideas. No, I say “kids everywhere,” because I was just scanning Facebook’s list of “people you may know and want to be faux-friends with.” What struck me: how many of the people, say, from high school I saw with kids in their pictures. Not just infants, either. Toddlers. Some of my peers have a couple of children. They’re apparently off having these really normal lives getting jobs, marrying, starting a family. Which is lovely. But I still don’t think of myself as old enough to have kids — especially plural — even though theoretically Ian and I could have a 6- or 7-year-old pretty easily at this point.