We get comments aplenty about our little foursome from friends, family and strangers alike. Much of the jibing or mock-pity is directed at my husband. He just smiles and says it’s fantastic to be surrounded by beautiful women, or that he’ll be well looked-after in his old age. I don’t mind the comments either, not in the least. Rather, I welcome them. I am proud of our family, I love to talk about them, and I love the chance to send a zinger or two back in response. It is the art of conversation, which seems to be slowly withering in this world of tweeting, blogging, ranting, and political correctness. I really feel that most people are simply trying to connect in some way and are not intending to be unkind. Some people are, however, blessed with more graciousness than others. Regardless of their talent in this area or lack of, I would rather choose to see the best in everyone, have a private giggle or two at the more entertaining remarks, and not get my feathers all ruffled by an innocent and well-meaning person. It makes my day happier – and hopefully theirs too.