I married a widow with six children. I had five myself by my late wife. We have been married for four years and our union had been blessed with three more.
The other day my wife came in hurriedly and said, "Come into the yard. Quick! For goodness sake hurry! There is a terrible row going on." "And I said," "What is it?"
"Well," she said, "your children and my children are whipping our children."