Four

 Three kids. Plus at least one is married, or was, several years back, so I guess the number is now four. Jimmy, Johnny, Danny and Laura, JJD&L. (Welcome to the family, Laura.)

JJ&D haven't spoken to a single Lamberton in over 15 years (that is a hallmark of PAS, to smear all the relatives on the side of the cut-out parent with the same lies and notions of unworthiness that the estranged parent has been painted with). These children, when their wills were being overborne as tender minors by their covertly narcissistic mother, in my opinion, a form of child abuse according to some, were not responsible for their actions then but now that they are all in their thirties their continuing actions speak to their characters as the people they are. They take after their mother obviously. (She looks like such a nice person.)

Jimmy is sort of shiftless and unfocused, a bit of a user, he went to the best magnet public high school for science and technology in the country, Thomas Jefferson in Northern Virginia, but he didn't get their degree, rather after four years they in effect discharged him with the third tier of a Virginia public high school diploma, the equivalent of a shop degree as near as I can figure because he slid through his four years taking advantage of the chaos of my and Sharon's quarter million dollar multi-year divorce. He never went to college. His mind works like this: On his 18th birthday he legally changed his last name from mine to hers knowing that I would eventually find out and be hurt by it he hoped I am sure, and another time he came into the neighborhood and knocked on the neighbor's door to say hello but not on mine, knowing that months or years later it would inadvertently be mentioned to me by them and I would be, he hoped,  hurt by learning that he eschewed to knock on my door when he made a point to come to visit in the 'hood. (He looks like such a nice young man.)

 

What was it that Melania Trump's dumpy jacket said when she went to the southern border a few years back to inform herself on the state of caged children down there--I Just Don't Care? It's been so long since I saw or heard from or about any of my children (over a dozen years) that I  doubt that I'd recognize any of them if I walked past them on the street. Jimmy was the only child of mine that was ever held by my father, just before he died at age 61 of lung cancer in 1986,  and I'm sorry that Johnny and Danny didn't have the honor to feel the embrace even as babies by that once-strong, capable man; I think that probably Jimmy would express Melania's heartless refrain--I Just Don't Care--about having been in his grandfather's arms. (Grandad, Dad, Auntie Kate.)