“Mom, can you pleeeease have sextuplets, or at least some twins. Two kids in our family is just not enough.” (Jackson has been watching Jon and Kate plus Eight again.)
“Jackson – I can’t just order up sextuplets or twins,” I pry open his mouth to scrub his teeth and chuckle a bit – but not much. Even imagining Kate’s life for a moment is enough to overwhelm any mom. Getting one six year old boy out the door to kindergarten seems to be challenging for me.
“Well, you have to have at least ONE more baby. We need at least one more.” Jackson reasons as I towel off his face and scoot him down the stairs.
“Jackson – I don’t think I can handle any more kids. I have my hands full with two.”
Jackson pauses as I stuff his snack bag into his backpack. “I am not going to be crazy for one year,” he states in a calm voice.
I look up confused, “What???”
“I am not going to act crazy for one whole year.”
Stunned for a second about what a glorious year that would be, I recover to try to figure out what is going through his head. “Ooooh – you mean you are going to behave for a year so that I can handle having another baby.”
I laugh out loud, “Jackson you crack me up! Well – we will have to see about that. Now, let’s get to school.”
(If I promised him sextuplets – do you think I could get six years of good behavior?)