Good news, friends! When you have a large family, there will always be someone else to play dress-up. There's always a teenager or a toddler to throw unsuspectingly at your little Aurora or Belle or Elsa. Let the siblings bear the brunt of Maleficent's wrath.
Dinner can only be compared to a pride of lions tearing apart a zebra. There is usually at least one naked child, two glasses of something/anything spilled, four people trying to figure out who did/did not get silverware and three people getting water/refilling spilled water. Chaos reigns.
When did having a large family become equivalent to a tragic event? Why do people think that seeing a mother with lots of children automatically entitle them to make rude comments concerning her family planning?
Sure, there are some days when I wonder what I've gotten myself into, worry about the world they'll inherit and consider the environmental footprint of a family like mine. But most of the time, I just celebrate how awesome it is to have six kids.