In the McDonald's parking lot where a creepy man (who was sitting alone in the play area watching my kids play) approached our car:
Him: How old are your kids?
Me: 1, 3, 3 and 5.
Him: (in an enlightened voice) OH!! They're twins!
Me: Have a nice day!
A custodian walked by while we were having lunch with Eric at school:
Her: Well, you don't have to tell me whose boy that is; he looks just like his daddy!
I had a tube put in my ear this week. The ENT's take on our Foster Parenting:
Him: Well, you're a glutton for punishment!
Annabelle & Ella Grace also had ENT appointments this week (genetics, I guess!):
Receptionist: Three girls and a boy!
Her: It's amazing how different he looks than they do!
While at Chick-fil-A (don't judge me for all the eating out this week; we've had five doctor's appointments!); the girls returned from the play area to get a drink of their lemonades, Little Man and Katie were seated at the table with me:
Man at the table next to us: Those four kids aren't all yours!
Me: Yes, sir.
Man: You're not old enough to have that many kids!
Thanks, mom...genetics again!
Side note: the slashed statements are what went through my mind, not what I actually said aloud!