I complete forgot about this one until I was chatting with a friend this morning. Bubba (formerly known as B1) drove to the refuge on Sunday with The Friend, her children and her father-in-law. Bum (formerly known as B2) and I followed them in our van. It’s about a 45 minute drive and I had been hoping he would pass out for a few minutes as it was going to end up being a long day.
We get to the turn off, three miles to go and I get this:
Bum: Mom, you should have another baby.
Me: I should?
Bum: Ya, you should have another baby in your belly.
Me: Why? Do you want to be a big brother?
Bum: No, I want a sister.
Me: Oh, but if I have a baby, you will be the baby’s big brother.
Bum: I want to pick out the name.
Me: You do?
Bum: So can you have another baby in your belly Mom?
Me: Well, I don’t know kiddo.
Bum: Maybe when I’m six? (he will be six in November)
Bum: After Six will I be Seven?
Bum: Maybe when I’m seven. You should have a baby in your belly when I’m seven.
Me: Hey look, we’re here, are you excited?
Where does he come up with this stuff?