While I was cooking dinner the other night, Mac was hanging out with me. It’s become a nightly (well, on the nights I cook at home!) habit that I’m quite enjoying. While I cook, he either helps me, or hangs out and talks to me. I LOVE it. I love to hear about his day and normally answer questions he has. But the other night, things got interesting.
Mac: So, you can choose to have a baby or not?
Me: Yes
Mac: Well, how? I mean, what do you do to get the baby?
At this point, I was trying to think of a clever response. I mean, I know I needed to answer him, but also stay vague like I have in the past. I was also chuckling out loud over my dilemma. Shannon wasn’t home, so I knew I was on my own. I guess Mac thought I was taking too long to answer, so he said:
Mac: Drink milk?
I lost it. I laughed so hard at that point and knew he wanted a real answer this time. But I couldn’t stop laughing.
Mac: Well, babies drink milk. Mom, really. What do you do??
So I said the only thing I could think of at that moment. After taking a deep breath so that I didn’t continue to offend him with my laughing, I said,
Me: Ask your dad.
Mac: Can you have another baby? Please?
Me: NO! Mommy and Daddy are done having babies.
Mac: Please?!?! I want a sister or another brother.
Me: No. Babies are a lot of work and really annoying to you as the older brother.
Mac: Please, Mom! Patrick and I won’t fight and we’ll be really good as long as the baby is a baby. Please mom?
Me (thinking, Ha! That’s a good one!): No.