I heard that sentence decades ago; it was spoken by the husband of my friend who was from a family of 11 kids. We were looking at a wedding picture of a crowd, when he uttered it. Yes, it was the bride, her parents and siblings.
Sometimes, I think of those 11 siblings, conjure up their spouses and grown or teen-aged kids and think, “Wow! What a workforce.” The I assign them each a job in my house and yard and sit here with my eyes closed, imagining their busy bodies doing all the chores and improvements and making me lunch to boot. With Grey Poupon.
I think that qualifies more as a delusion than a dream.
Isn’t that why we have kids?
I haven’t been ignoring your comment; I’ve been thinking about it.