Wesley and Wyatt were laying on my bed together this morning while I was drying my hair. It was so cute to see them cuddling that I had to put my hair dryer down and join them. We just spent a few days with my sister’s kids (there are five of them) and Wesley seemed to enjoy having so many kids to play with. So I asked him, “Wesley, do you think some day you would like to have another brother?”
His reply was a simple, “No.”
My next question, “What about a baby sister?”
Again, “No.”
He continued to tickle Wyatt and hand him toys. I persisted, “You love your little brother. Are you sure you don’t want a little baby brother again someday?”
He looked me straight in the eye, pointed his stubby little finger at Wyatt’s head and said,
“I didn’t even want this baby,” and then resumed his playing.
2 comments:
ahhh, from the mouths of babes...
perhaps he'll change his mind when he realizes that little brother = the perfect punching bag.
Heh. This one totally cracks me up.
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