The Chitlin is turning two soon and is proving to us that she is no longer a baby. She's throwing tantrums and cursing up a storm trying to prove her point... Wonder where she learned that from. Anyways... We're beginning to think about if we should start trying for number two.
Me - Should we have another baby?
The Mr. - Well if we do, I'm not rushing home every day and taking care of TWO kids until you get home.
Me - (getting defensive) But you get off work earlier... What do you want me to do?! Quit my job?!
The Mr. - Well it wouldn't really make sense for me to quit.
Me - (getting huffy puffy) So you're saying YOU would want ME to quit?!
The Mr. - (pause) Is this your way of getting what you want and making me think it's my idea?
Me - (pause) ....Yes.
Dang that Mr. knows me all too well...