3 out of 9.

That's how many people asked me yesterday if *all these* children were mine. Three of the nine people I spoke with.

We went to 2 places, the Dentist office and the car wash.

Here's a helpful little tidbit from me to you: When you are out, and you see a woman with what you think is a lot of children, go ahead and assume they are all hers. If they are not, and you get into a conversation with her she will probably say something similar to this:
"Oh, little Johnny here, he's not mine. That's my neighbors little rugrat. I just bring him along because I don't have enough kids to run errands with. I always like to bring extras to the dentist with me. I would never have that many children. I'm way too smart to have this many kids, you see I know what causes that."

Or something along those lines.....

Just an early little Christmas present from me to you. You're welcome.