Babies Babies Everywhere!

I realized today that when I walk down the street with all four children, people look at me funnily and wonder if I am a sitter with style, a Jew with no wig? Who the hell has so many children in Manhattan? As I passed the twin stroller off to A today (thank you for your help!) to go teach my community service class at school, I heard a Planned Parenthood person approach her. Too late I thought. Just kidding. Except for the twin part, F and I have planned to the day, every child we have. As I spoke to a woman on the phone today about a potential summer job (maybe a phone interview when I was home alone with four monkeys was not wise) she asked in a rude-ish voice "How many babies are there?" (they were both crying). I told her "just two" and then she asked me if they were mine and told me she had a baby too (who cares? I thought) and that the newborn crying was so hard to listen to. I told her that when it is numbers 3 and 4 you hardly hear it. I am not sure that made me more likable to her. I am also not sure I need another summer job, as I am already running camp at my school in July. But the pay is good and it is nice to engage the mind. It would be an immersion language program for middle schoolers. Off to have dinner. Let the weekend begin!