We drove across the bridge last weekend to visit Christian, Emily, Iris, and the twins, Milo and Emmett, now five weeks old. Here they are. Cute little suckers, I must say.

Robbi was eager to hold one of them.

Which twin was it, you ask? Honestly, I have no idea. Robbi didn’t have time to figure it out. Before she knew it, we handed her another baby.

She seemed so pleased, sitting there with the babies, that we decided to keep going.

It was kind of like arranging flowers in a vase. How long could this keep going, we wondered? We decided to push forward and see.

We added two more…not babies, exactly, but small, curly-headed people. Robbi remained resilient. We decided to go “all in” as they say in betting games.

The addition of two additional “babies” did nothing to dampen Robbi’s smile (though Kato seemed to sense that things were tipping toward calamity).

You may be wondering how long Robbi was able to maintain her tenuous facade of contentment and control.

To be honest, I have no idea. The rest of us left her there on the couch and went out to brunch.