One of the pleasantries you most look forward to is introducing your own genetic perfection into the mix. “My children . . . ” Doesn’t the sound of saying it bring warm thoughts to mind? My little ones. The girls. My boys. The family. You know you’ve already produced the perfect family. (Their father, your ex-husband, that’s a different story . . . but, like Scarlett, you will think about that another day.) There is no doubt in your mind that everyone on his side (don’t be fooled, this is a wrestling match with everyone jockeying for the best position) will instantly adore your little Shirley Temple. When they welcome your fair-haired Opie into their arms, you will feel as if you are finally in Mayberry. Aunt Bea will come through the door any minute with a fresh-baked cobbler and ask, “Who’s hungry?” Or was that a scream from your Betrothed’s mother, “She has kids?” On the appointed day, you attempt to introduce his family (which you affectionately know as the Little Hellions) to your Angels.
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