“Mommy, look at that baby coat. We should by that.”
“Why should we buy that?”
“For our baby.”
“We don’t have a baby William.”
“We should buy it for when we get a baby.”
“Maybe we should get a baby first, then we could worry about getting the baby a coat, ya think?”
“Yeah, I guess.” (spoken with much despair, with the slightest hint of him thinking we should still by the coat)
Now all five children are asking for more siblings.
I think there is a conspiracy.
I know they talk to each other when I’m not listening.
I’m not paranoid.
I know they have a plan.