And gerbil makes...six?

Had an interesting conversation this morning with Brian. Early mornings are one of our rare down times so we try to eat breakfast together before the kids wake up. So this is the best time to get a glimpse into his thought process. Very scary......

He casually mentions that we should have another baby in much the same way one would mention the weather. Just like that - in the middle of my Special K with 1 cup of sliced strawberries to boot. Instead of pummeling him, I casually respond that we already have three children, to which he says but I think we should try for a girl. As he goes on and on about the idea of adding a sixth member to our brood and how much fun it would be...blah, blah, blah... I try extremely hard to surpress the flashbacks of labor pains and ice chips.

Just then Annie angrily comes down the stairs wondering where her jeans with the pink and blue rhinestones in the shape of a butterfly on the right thigh and back pockets were since she and her BFF Allison were supposed to match today and if she doesn't find them she absolutely CANNOT go to school today or her life would be ruined; Brandon is standing at the top of the stairs screaming that he is hungry and wants popcorn for breakfast. Shortly thereafter we hear Eric crying since he was probably startled by all of the commotion. Brian turns to me and lets out a very long what was I thinking sigh and says how about a pet gerbil instead? Now were it not for the fact that I would probably wind up taking care of the damn thing, it would have been a pretty good suggestion. But alas, a typical good morning at headquarters nonetheless. Fun is a relative term isn't it?