At least I'm not pregnant with ogres

Here was my pick-me-up for the day when I went to school to have lunch with Luke and his kindergarten class:

Kenny: "Hey, aren't you Gabe's other grandma?"

Mind you I have Josie strapped to my chest. How many grandmas do you see like that?

But, as I wiped my tears with my crippled, arthritic grandma hand, there was this:

Levi to music teacher who is pregnant with twins: "Your babies are going to be ogres!"


Moral of the story; when you think you've got it bad, someone always has it worse. At least I'm not pregnant with ogres.