OK, I have six children (all one wife, all mine

). My wife and I met when we were young and wanted a big family. Last night when I got home from work, in addition to my six there were another 17 kids, ranging in age from 15 (my oldest daughter) to 5. Eating hot dogs on my front porch and just generally being kids in the summer. My wife says "I don't really know how this happened...". So we instituted a game of kick-the-can. They played until about 10 and then dispersed. I think it was probably the best kick-the-can that's been played in that neighborhood since 1979. So the house looks a lot like ground zero today, but I think we'll recover...