Outnumbered

I was one kid short at church today.

I was the only female in the pew.

And then it sunk in. This is us. An all-male-except-for-me household. Five kids, not six. And every two years or so another one will be amputated. Strange days indeed.

My parents and brother found us, but my in-laws were swallowed up in the mob.

That’s my youngest brother, in the middle, there. Her friends thought he was cute. New definition of “uncle” in their minds. (And yes, girls, he is spoken for.) He was even cuter, a couple decades or so ago: