The Most Difficult Question
My husband and I showed up on time for our appointment with the new CPA (certified public accountant). He had been highly endorsed by others as the expert who could answer our questions about how to structure our new business and navigate the tax pitfalls that would accompany it. We momentarily waited in the lobby and helped ourselves to complimentary chocolates while the secretary made pleasant small talk. CPA Guy opened his office door, introduced himself with a handshake, and ushered us inside. My husband and I seated ourselves in the comfortable chairs in front of his desk as he sat down behind it. A ceiling-high book shelf stuffed with publications and files was positioned along the wall.
An older gentleman, CPA Guy was funny and personable, with just the right amount of his native New York sarcasm. He was quite helpful as he answered our questions and provided us with practical advice. Our conversation with him was friendly and easy-going.
At the end of the meeting, our business concluded, the conversation became affable. Then CPA guy asked me the dreaded question: “How many kids do you have?”
Immediately, my body physically reacted. Every single one of my internal organs felt like it was seizing, and I became…
