My mom liked to tell the story of a time she had her kids and the neighbor’s family all crammed into one big station wagon.
“Good Heavens! Is this all one family?” asked a gas station attendant.
“No, sir.” My mother replied laconically, “We left the rest of them at home.”
People often say, “Are these all your children?” and I say, “No, one’s at camp and a couple are at home.”
One of my friends got tired of people asking her if she was pregnant. Since she obviously was, she finally said, “No. I’m just carrying it for a friend.”