I've heard it over and over the last three years:
Oh my! You have three kids under the age of two/three/four/five?!? You poor mama! I'll bet you're tired/frazzled/clinically insane!
I always wonder, at what point will we no longer be able to use the Three Kids Under the Age of Blank excuse?
And I say, let's ride this puppy as long as we can!
Wow! You have three kids under 16? Dang! Three sets of sniveling, whining, walking hormones in need of drivers' licenses. You poor thing.
Holy crap! You have three kids under 20? I'll bet they're all broke, eating out your fridge, and schlepping laundry home every weekend. Honey, I feel your pain.
Dude. You have three kids under 30? And they're all still living at home with college degrees and no jobs and bringing over their girlfriends/boyfriend for "sleepovers?" Wow. I don't have the words.
Yikes! You've got three kids under 40? They're always wanting you to babysit the grandkids, aren't they? Man, I can't imagine what you're going through.
Jesus, three kids under 50 you say? I'll bet they're all buyin' sports cars, having face lifts, boob lifts, and hair replacement surgeries. Do you need a hug?
Man, you've got three kids under 60? And all the grandkids are livin' at your house? And the kids have all spent their inheritances? And they're trying to shove you into a nursing home? Them's the breaks, hon.
Yep, I'm milking this for as long as I can.