A friend, I’ll call him John, informed me that he is about to have another grandchild - any minute now. That makes number six for his daughter and son-in-law. The oldest one is now in college. What is wrong with this picture? She is a math teacher. Makes me wonder if she has never calculated the cost of raising a child.
I told my friend that they need to find a stopping place. He agreed. Then I reminded him of a story he told me about his grandma’s cat.
Grandma had a tomcat. He would go out at night and do what tomcats do. His adventures were usually under or around the house and they were loud. Grandma finally had all that she could stand.
On a warm and sunny day, the cat was asleep on the back porch. He was lying on his back, exhausted from the night before. Grandma saw him. She reached over into her sewing basket and got a pair of really sharp scissors. She walked onto the back porch, approached the sleeping cat and with one snip, she put him out of the tomcat business. The now neutered cat left the scene at a speed that broke the sound barrier. He didn’t come back for a week or so. Needless to say, that cat slept with one eye open from then on.
Six kids?
Here kitty kitty.
PMO
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