The year was 1999. I was sitting next to a friend on a bench at the Sedgwick County Zoo; we were watching our children hang like a bunch of monkeys on the fence near the giraffe exhibit.
I turned to my friend and told her that I was expecting child number four.
Her face froze. I could see her pull inward. And then she almost got angry and said, “I knew you would do this.”
And I was like, “Whoa...wait a minute...do what?”
“Have another child.”
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