I took Max to the Doctor’s after work today to see if the Doctor thought he should be using something else besides his Albuterol Nebulizer as his cough was getting worse. (He did, he added Pulmocort.)

Anyways, it was a long evening….a lot of waiting between being probably the last patient of the day and then the wait at the pharmacy.

On the drive home, it was quiet for a minute. It’s not usually quiet unless Max has fallen asleep. He always has a million things to say or ask. He was deep in thought. All of the sudden he announces:

“You start off as a kid, at the end you are dead…..and in the middle you are a parent.”

There you have it. 4 year olds. Full of interesting and uplifting facts.

(I corrected him to note that not *everyone* chooses to be a parent; so he would have his facts right.)  😉 That made him pretty happy to know that I “chose” to have him.


Conversation with Max on Monday:

Max: "Mom, when am I going to have a baby brother?"

Me: "Not any time soon. And, even then, we don't know if you will get a brother or a sister."

Max: "Why?"

Me: "Because you don't get to pick"

Max: "Where are we going to get some weeds?"

Me: "What? Weeds? What does that have to do with a baby-brother?"

Max: "Bobby told Flap-Jack (cartoon) that baby brothers come from Sea-WEEEEEDDSSS, so when are we going to get some weeds Mom?!?"

Me: "Not any time soon."  🙂