A few weeks ago, while visiting my parents' house, whatever TV program was on mentioned something about someone having a "baby brother or sister." My mom, who couldn't pass up such an opportunity, asked my boy if he wanted a little brother or sister. While he responded that he wants a baby sister, I shot daggers out of my eyes at my mom. I think she chose not to notice.

A few days later, I was driving with the boy in the car, and he mentioned something again about a sister. So I asked him, "you really think you want a baby sister? Why do you want a baby sister?"

He replied, "So I can play with it."

Just as I thought I was going to have to suppress some emotions, he continued.

"And frow it."

"... I'm sorry, did you say 'throw it'?"

"Yes."

This is one of many many times where I've found myself having to hide laughter while discussing something that is supposed to be serious.

"Listen, you don't throw babies. Babies are not for throwing." What else was I supposed to say? "You can play with babies, though. And help them learn how to do things. But you don't throw babies, OK?"

"Ok daddy," he agreed.

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Tonight, the boy picked a story at bedtime that I don't normally read to him, and one the wife hasn't read to him in quite a while. It's called "More More More Said the Baby." I don't love the book, but whatever, I let him choose. So I started reading it. The first part is about a baby boy and his dad who were playing together. They were playing some little game of chase, and after the dad caught the boy, it said something like, "and Little Guy's daddy threw that baby high in the air..."

I paused. And then I burst out laughing. At least we now know his desire to have a baby sister so he can throw it isn't malicious.