What would happen if we just kept on having babies?
At what point does it matter anymore? Ever played the game LIFE, and wound up with so many blue and pink baby pegs you had to lay them crosswise in your car? That was just me? And is it possible to open a blog with four straight questions?
That’s five, isn’t it?
In real life, the difference between two and three is minimal. The noise is about the same. I’m still lucky to get two slices of pizza (and crusts from the youngest). How bad could three to four be?