A month or so ago, as I was making dinner and he was doing his homework, Alex and I had a conversation about the size of our family and his desire for a male sibling.
"I want a brother" he said. "I have three sisters and no brother. That's not fair and those girls are mean!"
He has a point. Those girls are champions at doing all of the things that older sisters are supposed to do to their brother to make him wish he was not only an only child, but that girls from all over the world were banished to an island in the Pacific until they were needed for procreation.
I replied "Alex, I am not having another baby. Sorry, buddy, this is it!"
He thought about it and said "No, I know. But how about we adopt one? A boy. Who is the same age as me?"
Maybe I had some born-in mother sense that told me how the rest of this conversation was going to play out, because while lovely in theory, the idea of having another person to be responsible for in this house just isn't feasable for me. Still, I humoured him.
"Yeah. We should look into it! But he has to be in the same grade, but younger than me, so born after February. And he can't be better looking than me, cause he will steal all the girls. And you can't tell him he's your most favourite boy in the whole world like you say to me..."
I could see his nine year old brain working and processing through what he was saying. I saw the progression. I've lived that progression as I start out with what I think is a phenomenal idea and unleash it into the world before I have realized on my own that it's just plain horrible to even consider.
"Wait ..." he said. "This is a bad idea. Forget I said anything!"
And that was the last word in the Alexander Sibling Conversation.