T he house had filled up with children. One washed up from a birthday party. Another seeped in through the door. A third trickled in with two of mine. I didn’t even notice until the number of children in the house was twice that of of my own, until there seemed to be an actual, bona fide crowd gathering in the living room. When I wasn’t looking, my band of Three had doubled so that now they were something to be navigated, a river to be forded. We totter through our days, each of us keeping a child’s faith that all that we love will be returned to us, hungry and loud, by dinnertime. This polite tangle of children sported six heads and twelve…