A conversation over meatballs.
Joanie: So when we start with the kids thing. How many do you think you want?
Michael: Not sure. Three? Four?
Joanie: See, I was thinking more. Lots of kids, the original life-insurance!
Michael: I like it, but what do we say when people ask whether we’re Mormon or Amish?
Joanie: Or Catholic.
Michael: Right, or Catholic!
Joanie: I think it’s silly that people judge families with lots of kids. I mean, really, it’s our choice. And I want to adopt some, too.
Michael: I’m cool with that. So how many are you thinking, in total?
Joanie: Probably five or six. Or seven. Make it an even ten.
Michael: Twelve. No, thirteen. Has to be thirteen.
Joanie: … Why?
Michael: Well, we can start a Partridge-family type kids’ folk band with a Christian slant and call it … are you ready? You’re not ready. Tell me when you’re ready.
Joanie: To hit you? Oh, I’m ready.
Michael: We call it The Maker’s Dozen!
Joanie: I want a divorce. Or maybe just more meatballs.

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