Our family was leaving on a two week vacation and so my preparations took me into the bank to conduct my business rather than the drive-thru which with two children I almost exclusively use.
I was sitting at the customer service desk waiting for the machine that controls my very existence to accept the changed PIN number for my ATM card.
In an attempt to make conversation the teller graciously commented on how handsome my two boys were, and were we going to try for a girl? I offered my usual response that no, two was a good number, and that we were done.
My five year old offered his view then with "Besides, my mom has her boobs tied, and can't have any more."
I quickly left the bank while the teller's eyes welled with tears of suppressed laughter until the door had shut on my last visit to the bank with my two children. - Kathy Fisher