The Breeder of the Pack -- Vroom, vroom...
I was passed today by a rather large SUV. The driver was courteous and gave me plenty of room.
This is not going to be some sort of anti SUV rant.
It was a rather large Chevy headed up Banner Mountain (where there is often snow in the winter). It was the abundance of stickers on the back glass that attracted my attention. I have often seen people representing each member of their family by a sticker; husband, wife, boy, girl, dog, etc. Perplexing to me. Some sort of bragging - "We are very fertile, see, we made all these!" kind of thing.
Well, this vehicle had at least (8) eight children shown. Eight. Eight! I'd say (2) boys and (6) six girls. That's a lot of breeding.
As the vehicle drove by I started to wonder if that car was big enough for the family, don't they need a bus? At least a small one, eh?
Later today it occurred to me that, after birthing so many children, at some point you just start feeling like a bread machine, rolling out bun after bun of fresh baked human...
This is not going to be some sort of anti SUV rant.
It was a rather large Chevy headed up Banner Mountain (where there is often snow in the winter). It was the abundance of stickers on the back glass that attracted my attention. I have often seen people representing each member of their family by a sticker; husband, wife, boy, girl, dog, etc. Perplexing to me. Some sort of bragging - "We are very fertile, see, we made all these!" kind of thing.
Well, this vehicle had at least (8) eight children shown. Eight. Eight! I'd say (2) boys and (6) six girls. That's a lot of breeding.
As the vehicle drove by I started to wonder if that car was big enough for the family, don't they need a bus? At least a small one, eh?
Later today it occurred to me that, after birthing so many children, at some point you just start feeling like a bread machine, rolling out bun after bun of fresh baked human...
