"I have to ask," the postal worker said in a whisper as if his query would seem taboo. "Are they all yours?"
I sigh. Here we go again.
I don't know if this is the case anywhere else, but in Virginia I get stopped all the time when I'm out with my four children. Usually I get the most ridiculous comments, such as, "Are they all your children?" Or, "You must have your hands full!" And, "Wow, you got load." I often smile through gritted teeth because the comments are so frequent.