Screeeeeeech!!!

Yup, things came to a dead halt the other night. The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All because of a few words. No potty talk, no foul language, just a simple question. An innocent question.

We were all enjoying a quiet evening at home. We were finishing dinner and cleaning the kitchen when out of the blue Z asks, "When are we going to have another baby?" I could feeeel the blood drain from my face and my blood pressure skyrocket. I glanced at M and noticed he too was having the same reaction. I think he might have braced himself on the counter in order to not keel over on the floor.

M spluttered, "Um. I don't think...we're not...". I managed to form a complete sentence and reply, "Daddy and I think 3 babies is the perfect number." I wasn't so eloquent in my mind..."WHAT!?!?! No more babies!!! My body can't handle any more babies!!! My nerves can't handle it, my patience for sure can't...more babies?!?!"

Ok, I'm exaggerating. I didn't say all those things in my head, but I did say some of them!

I hope Z marries someone who loves babies, because he sure does...and he didn't even have to ask me for more...I knew before he said a word. On the positive side, I'm so glad that he loves his brothers...and that he didn't ask how babies are made.