Tonight, Smunch was in hysterics at dinnertime. This is becoming increasingly and worryingly common these days. We ate dinner without him. Don't worry. We didn't starve him. After all, it's not like he's got an ounce to spare, really. He's eating now. But...while both our kids were being quite obnoxious and I was just slightly inebriated from deciding to finish off the bottle of wine...which meant I had a whole glass instead of my regular half, the following conversation ensued:
Me: Honey, I really think we need to have another one. Three would be so much better! Don't you want another little sister, Smuch?
Me: Don't you want a little brother, Mam?
Mam: looks at me as if to say "I'd rather eat a hamburger."
Daddy: You'll have to leave me and find some other sucker to go for that.
Smunch: What are you thinking, lady???
Well, nothing really, but what was I *saying*??? Abso-freakin'-lutely nothing!