Most of our closest friends have three kids. Three!
Three seems to be the new 2.5 kids in our culture. We love those big families of five even if sometimes we look at each on our way to the childless quiet of our home and say to one another, “Man, three kids! The kids literally out number the adults. Do you think we would have gotten three?”
But we do have three.
Just not here with feet skipping along the earth.