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	<title>Comments on: Husband Wants 4th Child&#8211;Don&#8217;t Think So</title>
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		<title>By: Grayquill</title>
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		<description>I can still remember the shock of what child number 3 did to our social life. We were now outnumber, but four? At home it was bad enough but at least everyone was contained within those four walls. When it was only two, wife had one and husband had one – life was good, safe, manageable.  Then number 3 came - one hand for the diaper bag, one hand for the baby, one hand for child number two, one hand for child number three, one hand for wife’s purse, one hand for my fly rod – oh yeah I never got to use my fly rod then. And, I hated carrying my wife&#039;s purse - the looks.  But, if my math is correct three children at a minimum requires five hands, hmmm…wife has two and husband has two – missing one somewhere.
Holly send your husband grocery shopping alone with all three kids – problem solved.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can still remember the shock of what child number 3 did to our social life. We were now outnumber, but four? At home it was bad enough but at least everyone was contained within those four walls. When it was only two, wife had one and husband had one – life was good, safe, manageable.  Then number 3 came &#8211; one hand for the diaper bag, one hand for the baby, one hand for child number two, one hand for child number three, one hand for wife’s purse, one hand for my fly rod – oh yeah I never got to use my fly rod then. And, I hated carrying my wife&#8217;s purse &#8211; the looks.  But, if my math is correct three children at a minimum requires five hands, hmmm…wife has two and husband has two – missing one somewhere.<br />
Holly send your husband grocery shopping alone with all three kids – problem solved.</p>
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