Whenever the Teen and the Boy fight, she inevitably asks (exasperated teenager voice) “Why do I have to have a little brother!”
This is my cue to tell her the following story:
Christmas Browsing in the Springfield Mall, the then Girl was obsessed with the fountain. That people would throw money into a fountain and make a wish fascinated her. We would spend much of our shopping time watching the change she threw sink to the bottom as she whispered a wish.
Her wish was always the same. I want a baby brother.
The Girl was supposed to be an only child. The Mister and I had decided that she would enjoy cousins and the indulgence that comes from being the center of attention.
That didn’t quite happen.
That December in 2000, as she threw a hand full of change into the fountain, she wished for her brother.
Two weeks later I fell asleep at work. That evening EPT and I discovered I was pregnant. In March, Bubbles! was born and the Boy made his sex known in a sonogram.
Did that hand full of change make this happen? Probably not. But it’s still fun to tell her it did!
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