Families are complex. At least mine always has been.
Do you remember the Newhart tv series in the 80s with a character called Larry and his brothers, Daryl and Daryl? Well, thanks to my blended family, I actually have three brothers, and two are named James. Although neither went by "James," as a kid I loved introducing us in just the way Larry did on the show.
Maybe that's why I always imagined I'd grow up to have a classic sit-com nuclear family: Me and my spouse, our 3 children, 2 cats and 1 dog.
Reality? We had two babies 18 months apart, then moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Not only did that nix the fur babies, but pretty much my dreams of a third child.
Which is why I was wistfully bemused a few weeks ago, as we neared the end of an excruciatingly long day in the car, when my two delightful little rebels started talking about how they wanted more siblings.
Do you remember the Newhart tv series in the 80s with a character called Larry and his brothers, Daryl and Daryl? Well, thanks to my blended family, I actually have three brothers, and two are named James. Although neither went by "James," as a kid I loved introducing us in just the way Larry did on the show.
Maybe that's why I always imagined I'd grow up to have a classic sit-com nuclear family: Me and my spouse, our 3 children, 2 cats and 1 dog.
Reality? We had two babies 18 months apart, then moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Not only did that nix the fur babies, but pretty much my dreams of a third child.
Which is why I was wistfully bemused a few weeks ago, as we neared the end of an excruciatingly long day in the car, when my two delightful little rebels started talking about how they wanted more siblings.
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| 4 kids & only 1 me? Oh hell, no. |
I thought they were kidding.
Nope. According to them I need to deliver a baby post-haste.
Naturally, my Girl wants a sister, my Boy wants a brother. So I'll need to produce fraternal twins.
Check out the kid-logic sales pitch:
Check out the kid-logic sales pitch:
- BOTH insist a new baby can sleep in their beds with them.
- They will share ALL their toys.
- There will be no crying, no fighting, and rainbows will fill the baby's diapers, which my 4 and 6 year olds will obviously change themselves.
When I reminded them of their unwillingness to even share my fecking lap when I try to read to them, they suggested the solution was I needed a second husband.
Seriously?!
Oh yeah, they did. For the rest of the drive they spun an elaborate tale of our 2 dads, 4 kids, 1 mom life in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York City.
Slumping in the passenger seat, I couldn't help but feel exhausted by the mere conjecture.
Hahaha! I love the solution provided by the kids. How is the dad taking up this suggestion? :D
ReplyDeleteHaha! Kids! I love the solution they provided. Gosh, I can't stop giggling. :P
ReplyDeleteHaa haa! I love the way kids think. When my daughter was 2 she started asking to go to the grocery store to buy a "baby disher," which after some confusion we figured out meant she wanted to buy a baby sister. She got a baby brother a year later. He did not come from the grocery store.
ReplyDeleteI actually went for the second dad idea. Got rid of the first one though.
ReplyDeletehahaha! that's some imagination on them. although... an extra set of adult hands around the house could really come in handy.
ReplyDeleteLmao
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