Husband is playing with the baby while I regale him about our three-year-old's latest antics.
Him, by way of explanation: "She's three."
Then he looks into the baby's eyes. "You'll be three someday and you can cause all the same problems."
Me: "Then we could have a new baby, too."
Him: "THEN will we be done?"
Me: "At least one more after this. Then I am willing to negotiate a . . . ceasefire. But you know my negotiations will all be: Just ONE more? Just ONE more! Look at those cheeks! . . . . OK, that isn't true. My negotiation techniques will involve a babysitter for the kids, lingerie, and a box of condoms - WAY downstairs in a cupboard in the basement."
Him: "Whatever. By then they will have invented a pill for men. I can remember to take a pill everyday, unlike some people I know."
1 comment:
Hahahahahaha!
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