A typical conversation on growing children, procreation and being 43, as had this morning, before I got even a sip of coffee into my system:
Me: I have to admit, this morning I was a little depressed because I realized Lila was getting tall. She was all the way up to my nose and she didn’t have to look up.
Mari: Why did that get you depressed?
Nick: *looks up from computer, amused* Because she’s short.
Me: No, I’m not sad because she’s almost taller than me! It’s because my babies are growing up. I don’t have babies anymore.
Mari: Well if that makes you depressed, then have another baby.
Me: *smiling, with visions of a cute, cuddly, giggly baby dancing in my head*
Nick: She’s too old. We ain’t havin’ no Diana Ross babies up in here.
Me: O_O *pulls coffee out of microwave and slowly walks back to bed*