She pushed the stroller. In it, her three year old son was singing loudly, “Baby Shark!”

The twins, wobbling on their bikes ahead of her, dutifully shouted, “Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo!”

All three children sang together after that, laughing, shouting, enjoying the walk through town. “Mommy shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.” The toddler in the backpack tugged at her hair in rhythm with the words.

“You have your hands full,” said more than one passerby, who could not help but notice the singing entourage.

She just smiled and nodded.

When no one was looking, she rubbed her growing abdomen.

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This is my first time participating in the February Flash Fiction Challenge: Today’s prompt is to write about having just one more of something.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — having a large family is one of the most fun things ever. It’s a lot of work, but it’s also a lot of fun.