The four older boys are at Scout camp all week so I only the five younger with me when I went to the store.
The two cutest little old ladies came up to us and were looking at the kids.
When you are reading this conversation it helps if you think the words for the Little Old Ladies in a cute little old lady voice. It makes it more realistic. And, if you are looking for realism, please think my words in a beautiful, sexy va-voom voice. ahem...
Little Old Lady 1: "Are all these kids yours?"
Me: "Yes, they are sure are."
LOL1: "You have five kids?"
Me: "Well, I actually have nine kids."
LOL1: (said with amazement) "You have nine kids?"
Me: (said with a smile) "Yep, I sure do."
LOL1: "Then why are you smiling?"
LOL1 turns to LOL2 and whispers (loudly enough for me to hear) "She's smiling because she's already gone over the edge."
LOL1: (turns back to me and pats me on the arm) "Well, that's nice dear."
Darn. And here I thought this whole time that I was doing a pretty good job of hiding my insanity.
Guess I'll have to try harder...