This morning as Will and I were getting ready, he informed me, "Mom, I want to have three kids when I grow up. Is that a good number?" "Sure", I replied.
"Did you want to have three kids?"
"I did."
"Well, why don't you have another baby then?"
"It's too late now."
His face got all sad and he put his hands on my stomach and said, "Oh mom, you're not too old! The factory isn't closed yet! It's still working!"