Thursday, September 16, 2010


This morning, after Max had a bath, Mr. C. sat down with him in the rocking chair.
I pulled another chair across from him and said this:

"Before I die, this is what I want:
I already have a Max.
But then I want a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name]."

Mr. C. looked at Max, then he looked at me and said:

"That's EIGHT children."

All I had to say to that was this:
"You better believe it."


Post-Edit: Mr. C. is a stick in the mud and made me take down the names so no one would take them.