Five is a nice number. Many Americans go for the number two. Curiously, the Lebanese members of my parish seem to prefer the number three, with a few exceptions. It's quite fascinating, IMHO. Why three? I pointed this observation out to one of them but they acted surprised, as if it were unplanned. One family, perhaps, but 5, 6, 7 families ... each with 3 children? The exceptions include one family where #3 was twins. It's somewhat of a conundrum.
I thought three was the most difficult. Of course, my 3rd was Tom ... if I hadn’t been pregnant again before I knew what hit me, we wouldn’t have had seven more, easier children after him.
Five is a nice number. Many Americans go for the number two.
Crap happens. Two is a precarious number.