I went to play volleyball at the church the other day. There was an old man sitting at the scorer’s table when I got there. Me and some of the other ladies were standing around talking waiting for others to show up so we could play, and this conversation took place. I keep thinking about it and laughing.
One of the ladies to me: “Remember last year when you played and you were pregnant and you kept diving for the ball?”
Me: “Ha Ha, yeah. funny.”
Old man at the scorer’s table that I’ve never met before: “You had a baby?! What are you? 16?”
Me: “Well, close. Give or take a couple of years.”
Old man: “Is that your first kid?”
Me: “No. More like my 6th.”
Old man: “You have 6 kids?!”
Me: “Yes, old man, Yes I do.”
Old man: “When my wife and I got married, we wanted 12 kids, then after we had our first 2 we decided three kids would be good. We never should have had that 3rd kid. I should have killed him. I still kind of want to kill him.”
Then later the same old man was watching me play volleyball.
Old man: “You must have played college ball, right?”
Me: “No, I only played my freshman year of highschool.”
Old man: “Oh. Did you quit playing so you could start having babies?”
Me: “Yes old man, yes, you are right.”