When my wife and I got married, neither one of us expected to have eight children. I wanted a big family, but I was thinking of four or five kids. Our third child turned out to be a set of triplets and the next child did too. We ended up with a lot of kids that were nearly the same age. When the kids were younger, it was a lot of work to take care of them and make sure they were all happy, safe, and fed. My mother and my mother-in-law helped a great deal when the kids were younger. All of the kids are teenagers now, and they can take care of themselves for a couple of hours every now and then. My wife and I went to the shopping center for groceries and we had dinner while we were out too. We went to a nice Italian restaurant with the best pizza and breadsticks. When my wife and I came home from the restaurant, we found some damage in the house. The thermostat in the hallway was severely damaged. It had been crushed and broken into several different pieces. It looked like the thermostat had been hit with a baseball or something else that was equally happy. I asked all of the kids how the thermostat became broken, but none of them would tell me the truth. Each one of the kids had a version of the story, but none of the kids would actually admit to breaking the thermostat. I still don’t know exactly how the machine was broken.