This started as a sweet conversation on our way home from preschool and ended, well…
Jack: I wish we could have another baby.
Me: Aww, Jack, that’s awesome that you want another baby in the family.
Jack: Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to pray for one.
Jack: Well, if I pray for a baby, then the baby would grow in MY belly. So maybe you should pray for one.
Jack: I mean, my belly isn’t big enough to have a baby, but yours is!
It’s a sad day for this momma. I can no longer use haphazard logic to talk the gingers out of doing things. As we’re checking out of Meijer, Ginger3 pleads to sit on the automated horse for a penny. I tried convincing him that little babies with poopie diapers sit on the same horse. Ginger3 concluded, “I think you just say these things to make me change my mind.”