negotiations

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."