Call me brave. Call me crazy. Call me shack wacky. I took all 7 kids out today. (My four, my 8 year old nephew and the two girls I am babysitting).
We ventured into Smiths Falls to visit the Hershey Chocolate Factory. The baby slept peacefully on the way there. We got some Timmy's. Extra Large Double Double for me, Timbits for them.
While looking down on the chocolate factory workers, a sweet looking older lady and her daughter saw me coralling the herd and started to do the mental count I am used to seeing when I'm out with just my four. All seven kids are of the brownish hair, slightly olive skin variety, so they could easily all be mine. You know, with a couple sets of twins.
"Am I counting right? Are there seven?" The daughter said.
"Yep. That's right."
Nice older lady commented on how gorgeous they all are.
"God Bless you, they're all lovely. So well behaved! You must love children."
"Thank you. Yes, it's a bit of an addiction." I wasn't sure if I would finish this the way I wanted to, because she was really sweet, but her daughter had a snide look on her face that read 'Have you heard of birth control you freak?'
"The babies are an addiction you mean?" Her daughter asked.
She fell right into my sick, twisted trap!
"No. The sex. I'm addicted to sex."
Then I ushered all of them along as though I had just casually told them that it was really hot outside.
There's a special place in the burning place for people like me.