William loves his sisters. Sometimes they try his patience (as they do mine) but for the most part, he really likes having them around (as do I). I think this is what prompted the next conversation.
Will: Mommy, how old was I when Abby was born?
Me: 2.
Will: Mommy, how old was I when Harper was born?
Me: 4.
Will: Mommy, how old will I be when you poop out the next baby?
(Try not to spit my wine out.)
Me: Well Will, I don't know. I don't know if we are going to have another baby.
Will: You should have another baby. We could name him Justin.
I don't want to tell him that babies are hard. I don't want to tell him that some days I am just trying to keep my head above water with three and pooping out another baby is not on the radar right now.
2 comments:
LOLOLOL! POOP OUT ANOTHER BABY! What have you been telling that boy? Stick to the stork man! Kidding, that is hilarious. Perhaps he should be a mathematician!
Lawrence thinks babies are pooped out, too. His mother even confessed to me in person that she told him that herself. So don't feel bad, ha ha!
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