Karma

My first missionary companion told me that the kids in her family always slept in their parents' bed until the next kid came along.

I laughed.

I said, "How did the next kid ever come along with one sleeping in the bed?"

Man, I was funny.

Seven kids later, it's not so funny.

Most of them have ended up in our bed at some point.

The problem with number 7 is that there is no other kid to come along and kick him out.

Karma.