Bam Bam - anything you want!

Had to clear out of the guestroom for vistors. It's a couple whove arrived from Bombay with their 13th child. yes, 13th child. the other 12 are at their home in bombay; studying and looking after eachother: the eldest few in medical school and engg school - relatives popping in. The lady says she averages a kid a year. no comments. Must respect everybody's choices. And to be truthful she's devastatingly chic - maybe thats what having a baby a year does for the looks? Children keep the soul young? soul keeps the body? Fish - got to get back to the script biz.
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Right now at lunch which Ive refused to attend, 132 people are ogling at the every bumbling antic of the 3-month old 13th child while they try eating. Babies are cute but i'm not going to be the 133rd. Look she's happy! Look she's laughing! Look she's looking! lovely - prefer a one-to-one thanks. The mother-earth chic has a statistical ambition for her nation-state, so to a query she dishes - 'this one's' only 3 months. Expanding horizons of an objectivist cult.
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Theyre having lunch at the table now with the baby gurgling all over at the frantic newness of everything; everyone has a design on the 3month old; behind a plastic grin daddy plotting to foot spank its tiny bottom when it comes to view, mother beaming in the last minute of her cunning tolerance, sister being tender and businesslike about its charade; its parents expoilting their baby-owner license to poke about. And me wondering how might this situation have panned in a different world with different structures? Maybe lunchtime would be: mother chic seats herself at the table, dramatically lifts her shirt to reveal her left bosom to suckle her 3monther; husband priding, daddy ogling, mummy reaching out to whack mother chic with the nearest plate, sister mooning, and me bamming them all with a bam!bam! gun.