At least once a week my husband, Mr Something Wonderful Happened, and I engage in a ritual of sorts.
It always begins like this: “Thank goodness we only have two,” I’ll say.
“We are almost finished with nappies and it is so manageable taking two children out now that they are a bit older, the ratio of adults to children is perfect,” I’ll continue.
Sometimes I add in a sentence or two about how difficult it would be to convince extended family to babysit if we had any more children. Mr Something Wonderful Happened will chime in with some solid points of his own, usually something about package holidays always being for two adults and two children. Sometimes I exclaim over the cost of educating two children, let alone three.
But the ritual always ends in the same way.
“Still…” I say
“Still…” he says.Read More