Who takes four children visiting teaching?

I do. My four play with my friend's four and we chat. Add one more and chaos ensues. Bring a friend home for dinner and ask me about crazy. At least I feel gratitude for just four; and these darling four children seem to be grateful for their cozy beds, favorite stories, and quiet songs. Bedtime brings a peace that makes me forget the mayhem in the car and erases the cacophony of four competing for one's attention. Just us, alone once more, grateful for those other four.