As I snuggled with H in his bed tonight (our daily going-to-bed ritual), he chattered away about “needing” a brother or sister.
“I need a baby,” he demanded.
“Oh, really?” I inquired.
“Oh yeah, but I have YOU mommy.”
“Well, thanks…I think.”
“I need a sister!” he demanded.
“But then you’d have to share our attention with your sister. Â Are you sure you’d be OK with that?”
“Oh yeah….”
Thankfully after that, he changed the subject. Â I felt like telling him that I need my son to start sleeping through the night (we’ve recently been reduced to bribing him with morning chocolate if he sleeps through the night). Â Or, that I need my son to start taking naps again (he hasn’t taken a nap over an hour in length since he was 18 months old, and dropped naps completely by the age of two.) Â And he has the nerve to ask for a brother or sister….
Kill me now….