Paul, my former boss, has a lot of kids -- nine to be exact. Flying to a business meeting, he was chatting with his seatmate about family and was surprised to hear the man say, "I wish I had nine kids."
"You don't really know what you're wishing for," Paul cautioned.
"Yes, I do," came the reply. "I have thirteen."
"You don't really know what you're wishing for," Paul cautioned.
"Yes, I do," came the reply. "I have thirteen."