Baby Love

Even though the next ten months will see both Joel and I turning thirty, it seems that we aren't the only ones with anxiety about growing older.   

"I don't want to grow up."

"Why not?"   

This could be anything from not wanting a real job to simply being a "Toy 'R Us" kid.

"I don't want to have a baby in my tummy."

"Honey, we've talked about this.  The mommy has the baby."

"I don't want to have so many kids."

"Then you only have as many as you want."

"But what if they keep coming?"

"What-- babies?"

"Yeah.  What if I can't stop making babies?"

"I think you'll figure it out.  And if not, your wife will know."

"Okay.  Because I don't want so many kids.  I only want, like, eleven or twelve."

"That's actually a lot of kids, Cael.  Way more than most people have."

"Nope.  That's not very many.  And I'm gonna be good on babies."

I sure hope so.  Because with twelve kids, I don't want to read in the newspaper that my son had a relapse of his early baby phase.



"You're going to have to be really patient and you'll need to work very hard if you want to have that many kids, Cael.  Babies are expensive."

"I will.  I'll work hard and the mommy will work hard and the babies will work hard."

"You think the babies need to have jobs, too?"

"Yep.  They can go to work, too."

I hope he has a really, really good lawyer.

"I think babies are too small to work.  How would you feel if you had to go to work everyday and you couldn't play at home with your toys?"

"That would make me unhappy."

"That's right.  Your babies would be unhappy."

"But you said babies are expensive.  Who has to pay for them?"

"You and the mommy."

"No, that's not fair.  I'll just get you to do it for me."

And "turning thirty" suddenly seems like a walk in the park...