[With a family of eight, including two five year-olds, any kind of trip outside the backyard is an excursion. Making sure the little ones have used the bathroom, the older ones had their cell phones on them, the husband had the car keys. Rose finds herself repeatedly taking a mental headcount even after they're in the mall and split into groups of two, the latter group already off on their own.
Dave, herself, Dirk and little Dave, that's four. Roxanne, Bro, Roxy and little Rose, that's eight. Man, why did they ever decide to have so many kids plus one grandkid? Seriously.]
This is all of us, correct? We didn't leave a small child buckled into a car seat with nothing to do but learn to unbuckle themselves?
Dave, herself, Dirk and little Dave, that's four. Roxanne, Bro, Roxy and little Rose, that's eight. Man, why did they ever decide to have so many kids plus one grandkid? Seriously.]
This is all of us, correct? We didn't leave a small child buckled into a car seat with nothing to do but learn to unbuckle themselves?