I’m lying in bed with my two boys – one in each arm – and I say, “Mummy’s so lucky to have two gorgeous boys!”
Aristotle: And next time you can have a gorgeous girl, too.
Me: Er… maybe not.
Aristotle: Please, Mum. I really want a baby sister!
Me: We’ll have to think really hard about it.
Aristotle: Or it could be three gorgeous boys!
Me: Well, yeah, that, too.
Aristotle: Or 4. Or 5. Or 6.
Alright. Who’s been talking to my son??