I recently attended my 30 year highschool reunion.  I sat at a table of two girls that I knew in h.s. but hadn't seen in 30 years.  The last they had heard about me, many decades ago, was that I had 2 children.  Imagine their surprise when asking me to confirm my 2 children count, that, no, I had  6.  I had posted pictures of my family on the website of our h.s. reunion, so I wasn't expecting anyone to be surprised, but obviously they weren't computor friendly.  They didn't have a clue. 

"Six?"   They asked increduously.

"Yes - you obviously haven't checked out the website and seen the pictures," I replied.

They conceded, yes, they " didn't know how to that stuff."

They asked again, "Do you really have 6?"
They are asking this very skeptical like, as if I'm joking, making this up.

"Yes, I certainly do have six, and I brought pictures to prove it..."  as I pulled out pictures from my purse, the same ones I had posted online. I had grabbed them as I was going out the door tonight, as an afterthought.  I sure was glad I brought them so I could "prove" I really did have 6 children!

After they looked at the pictures, they were convinced.  "Six....you must be crazy!!" 

This is a common comment I get, it's almost univeral it seems.  Tell someone I have six children, and they say, "Your crazy."   I alway respond with a smile and whole heartedly agree.  I often, as I did tonight, warn them, "Yes, I'm crazy. Probably crazier than you could imagine!"  I say this because I know what's next.

"What are their ages?"

"25, 24, 14, 11, 7, and 5."

"25?!     5?!"  They always ask increduously, as happened exactly this way tonight with my two h.s. friends.

"You ARE crazy!" 

I agree and warn them again, yes, it's probably worse than you could guess, as I did this night, and lightheartedly , with a smile on my face, offer them to get another table if I scare them too much.  I do this because I know what's next.

"What school do they go to?"

This is a standard question . I am asked this often in the community because they want to know if my children go to the same school they did or their children do, but in this case, my two friends are inquiring because they are curious if I have sent my childern to the same Christian school we all graduated from.

Here is where there is a difinitive agreement that surely I really am crazy.

"I don't send them to school. I homeschool."

Gasp, astonishment, silence, wide eyes.

Then, laughter, "Yes, you are crazy!"  To which I remindl them, "Don't say I didn't warn you!"