Sunday, January 4, 2009

P.S.

Sorry, cheered-up world. But, this morning my SIL had her fifth. She got married years before I met her little brother, so it's not cheating for her to have a lot of kids. But today when we were talking, my husband slipped and called the baby "my son" instead of "my nephew." And we just heard that his name was the first runner-up for the baby's name. I thought he'd be relieved that he dodged a bullet, but apparently, he wanted to be picked. And he's always been obsessively protective of his nieces and nephews. Sometimes I can't help thinking that things would be different if we had our own...

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