I’m on the train to London, and a family with six small kids all around the same age range got on at a stop and surrounded me. The parents are having a hard time keeping them under control, as you can imagine; there’s always one crying, one whining, two fighting and all of them needing the toilet
I feel like, if couples want to have big families, they should imagine each new prospective child as a fully-functioning body part of an enormous rabid hybrid of, let’s say, a bull and a tiger
every time one is born it adds to the body, making this bull-tiger bigger, more chaotic and thus equally more threatening
And then from that, this hypothetical twinkly-eyed couple can imagine just how many body parts they can handle between them as they travel through the china-gazelle shop that is the world
And if they don’t think they can handle the tiger-bull if it has a lot of limbs
Then they shouldn’t have a lot of kids
Because that’s exactly what it’s like
I want to say more than ‘I concur’ but I’m currently at a loss for additional words.