Got some free time with Monkey Boy – mummy and son time.
Good for both of us.
At these times, I also get ‘those’ questions. The ones that are near on impossible to answer, that I really don’t want to be discussing with him at his age (or mine) or the ones that go from a basic “Why?” to detailed explanation of the meaning of life, quantum physics and other equally difficult questions.
This time was no differnt.
“I want another baby, and I want a girl one this time,” he informs me. “Can you have a baby girl?”
I did the standard fob off. “You’ll have to speak to daddy about that one.”
So he does. Although