This article cracks me up. I am one of 13. My brother and I from obviously my mother and father, they divorced and my father re-married having 2 more then my father and stepmother adopted 9. We have the Big Brother dinner table and all. I joke with them that they should write a book titled "Your, Ours and Someone Else's". My dad is from a family of nine as well and never thought it was too much. He actually loved every minute of it. Growing up in the small town of Vero Beach you did not see it often. I have heard mostly good stories from all of my Aunts and Uncles, who all of which now have at least 4 of their own, one Aunt has 11, naturally! Well, enough about me...just thought you'd enjoy the story.