Good advice

Today at the library, James & I boarded an elevator along with a freckle-faced woman about my age & an old man dressed like a hobo.
The old man peered into the stroller. "That's a pretty new person in there."
"Two months," I said.
The woman piped up. "My kids are just 18 months apart. After I brought the second one home, I swore to myself: Never again."
I: "My two boys are 2 years apart, and that's pretty close."
She: "Now they're 17 & 15 years old & I can't wait for them to get out of the house, I tell you."
The elevator arrived at its destination (one floor up). The woman disembarked first.
As soon as she was out of earshot, the old man leaned in to me and whispered "Don't pay attention to a word she said."
A fan of babies, or just a generally encouraging sort of person? I don't know, but I liked him.

I'm not in a hurry to get them out of the house.