I’d take the fighting. I have eight daughters. No son.
If nothing else, just to have help with the shower drains caused by nine women with lovely, long, curly Jewish hair.
“I’d take the fighting. I have eight daughters. No son.”
My parents had five daughters. Needless to say, Dad seldom had access to the one restroom we had in the house. Five girls in a three bedroom, one restroom house! It was a loving and disorganized chaos!