Boy Child is sobbing – full on *sobbing* – over the injustice of the fact that he does not have a baby brother. Apparently, this is the only thing he wants in the whole entire universe. “Baby brothers grow up to be little brothers,” I said. He announced he didn’t care.
I suggested he ask his older sister about the trials of little brothers, but as it is her disdain for him that prompted this demand, she’s not considered a reliable source.
I suggested he ask his best friend, who has a little brother, for wisdom on the subject. Not. Happening.
His dad hears the problem and tried to help as only a children’s entertainer can. I was doing laundry at that exact moment, but I heard Dad suggest a hamster instead, which was met with wails of how Boy Child wants a pet.
Since baby brothers and sisters are not on the agenda for this uterus, how do I get him off this train?