I'm going to start looking into puppies...
In bed this morning (we’re still in holiday mode, no school till tomorrow) I was telling the boys about friends whose 4th baby was born yesterday. Here’s a random twist of fate. Dada had a really good family friend who he grew up with. I had a really good friend who I met in London. We invited them both to my 25th birthday party and 7 years on they’re married and have a little baby boy. When we moved here they mentioned that the girl had a really good mate from her Uni days who lived over here. Turns out we started going to the same church as them, which is miles away from where we live, around the same time that the penny dropped and we realised they were our friends’ friends.
ANYWAY. We see them often and the boys LOVE playing with their kids, the older two girls especially, The Boy makes a special concession for them, inspite of the fact that he says he wants to ban girls from his birthday party! So – yesterday their littlest babe was born and I was explaining that to the boys this morning, saying that S and N and J now have a tiny baby sister. Cue much theatrical rolling about the bed by The Boy, clearly in Great Distress.
Mama: What’s wrong, Boy?
Boy: Ohhhhhh! Woe! Woe! Woe!
Mama: What is it?!
Boy: I wish I had a baby sister.
Mama: You do?
Boy: Yes, a little tiny sister who could be a boy.
Mama: But sisters are girls, boys are brothers, and you already have a baby brother!
Not-So-Baby-Brother: I not a baby! I a boy!
Mama: Yes, sorry, figure of speech.
Boy: But I want a siiiiiiiisteeeeeeer.
Mama: Wouldn’t you rather have a puppy?
Not-So-Baby-Brother: I A BOY!
Boy: A sister AND a puppy! Pleeeeeease Mum, please can I get a sister and a puppy for my birthday?
Mama: Definitely not. Babies take a long time to arrive. Even if we ordered it now it wouldn’t get here in time for your birthday. And besides, we’d need a bigger car so I think we definitely shouldn’t get a baby sister.
Boy: I know, I’ve got a brilliant idea!
Mama: Go on...
Boy: We could give the baby sister my old car seat, that would be fine!
Mama: Ok. That solves that problem. Well done Einstein, but we still don’t have anywhere for a baby sister to sleep.
Boy, rolling his eyes, clearly exasperated: But she could sleep in my room!
Not-So-Baby-Brother: NOT IN MY COT! I A BOOOOY!
Mama: But where? We don’t have a cot. I really don’t think we have enough room. Oh look at the time, let’s go and have breakfast.
Not-So-Baby-Brother: BREK-BREST!
Boy, waggling a finger in the air and looking too-cool-for-school: I got another brilliant idea.
Mama: Wow, they’re coming thick and fast this morning aren’t they. Go on...
Boy: The baby sister could sleep in your bed with you and Dada, and every morning me and Zack could come in and see it when it’s waking up and we could say “Ohhhh, look at the precious darling!”
Mama: Speechless!!!!
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yeah, so not guys! he's a fickle thing and a charmer to boot.i've no doubt, were he presented with a baby sister, he'd proclaim he'd rather have had the puppy!!