A few days ago, Ishu’s Dadi took him to Foxtrot, a market across the street, for some breakfast tacos. 

While they were eating, he saw a mama pushing a stroller that was adapted for three kids. 

He was fascinated by it. And said something to his Dadi along the lines of wanting a stroller that fits six kids. 

To which Dadi responded, “Six kids? You want mama to have six kids.” 

I wasn’t there. I don’t know how the conversation actually went down. 

But when they came home to share the story about how Ishu wanted a stroller for six kids (which presumably meant that he wanted four more siblings), I laughed. 

I looked down at him and said, “WHAT? 6 kids! No way.”

“WHY?” he asked (his favorite word in the world right now). 

“That’s a lot of time having a baby in my belly!” I responded. 

“Wellllllllllll….” he started to say, “You just have to do it one at a time,” as he rolled his eyes to the side as if having six kids was the easiest thing in the world to do and I just simply didn’t understand how to do it. 

But, no, to Ishu’s dismay, we will not be having six kids.

Anyway, the household is still sleeping and, even though I feel pretty dang tired, I’m enjoying this quiet time to myself. 

Ha. Just as I typed that sentence, I heard Ishu wake up. MAN, THESE KIDS JUST KNOW. 

Okay, have a great hump day!