Everything was going reasonably, up to the point where it took Miss Tizz 40 minutes to put on her shoes and socks. And the X-man kept baiting her and answering back to me. I didn't even have backup today, as the husband was beating off people trying to push into the line outside Aldi to get a bargain television, which the short people won't get to watch for two days now because they've been given a screen ban as punishment for the morning's shenanigans.
So we eventually get to school (on time for a change), slide straight into a parking spot (another miracle), and get Miss Tizz down to class. Great :)
On the way back to the car, we ran into Miss Tizz's teacher from kindergarten, who is a month away from birthing #2 child. Had a quick chat (it's a girl this time, so she'll have a pigeon pair) and head on our way. The X-man starts with the questions ... "Why is she having a baby? Why does she want two children? Why does she want a boy and a girl? Maybe she wants three children. Maybe she wants four children - two boys and two girls. You could have another boy and another girl [hang on - back up there ... when did this become about me?]. You could have more babies! I could have another brother and sister! [But I'm too old for more babies!] No you're not. You could have lots more babies!"
I don't know whether to laugh or run away screaming.
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