How to answer the question. . .

"Why ten kids?"

Give 'em a sonnet!


Sonnet VI.

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That 's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

--William Shakespeare


"Because we were so beautiful, we just couldn't bear to leave the world without us when we die. And because we didn't want worms in the will."

I couldn't resist. :)

Oh, this doesn't apply to my parents (I don't think). But really, if Shakespeare can construct an argument entirely from vanity!. . .