Wife and Mommy

Bito astonished me this evening.

After dinner at a favorite restaurant, The Husband took Cupcake to the restroom.  Bito looked straight at me and said, “I want another baby.”

Thinking he meant a different baby instead of BabyMuffin (i.e. trading his baby brother in), I simply said, “Okay.  What would we do with BabyMuffin?”

He replied, “When BabyMuffin is a big boy, then I’d like another baby.”

Surprised, I asked, “When will BabyMuffin be a big boy?”

“Ummm, when he’s two years old.  Then he’ll be a big boy.  And we should have another baby.  A girl baby, please.”

Okay, let me just tell you all that Bito has been heard emphatically saying, “I.Do.Not.Like.BabyMuffin!” this summer.  So for him to be asking for another baby?  A huge shock.

At this point, I was struggling to maintain my composure.  I said, “Um, but I thought you didn’t even like BabyMuffin.  Why would you want another baby?”

“BabyMuffin touches me too much.”

Oh.  I see.

I clarified once more and said, “So you want us to have another baby once BabyMuffin is two.  A girl baby.  What would we name her?”

He looked at me seriously with big brown eyes and said, “I don’t know Mommy.”

Now the tables around us were eavesdropping, and clearly they were amused.

At this point, I decided I should break the news to him that his wish was not going to come true because:

1. If we’re to have another baby around BabyMuffin’s second birthday, I’d need to be about five months along now.  Of course, I suppose we could have a baby anytime before BabyMuffin’s third birthday to meet Bito’s requirement…which means we have time.
2. There’d be no guarantee we’d have a girl baby as requested (unless we used MicroSort or something like that).
3. Oh, and there’s the small issue of that little procedure one of us had to ensure there would be no more babies born to The Husband and me (again, not unless we had some technology to help us out)!

“Bito, we aren’t going to have any more babies in our family.”

“Why?”  he asked.

There was no way I was going to go into the list above, so I simply said, “Because we have you, Cupcake, and BabyMuffin.  You are our three babies.”

“I’m not a baby anymore.  I’m a big boy.”

“Yes, you are a big boy.  But in some ways, you will always be my baby.”

The other tables tittered and waited, but he seemed satisfied with this.  For now.

I wonder how long it will take to come up again?  Just please please please…don’t let him recruit Cupcake on this campaign.  She can be very convincing and exhausting in her arguments!