Today my wife told me that we would have to have two more children if we had any more at all.  Her reasoning is that by the time a second child is born, assuming she got pregnant today, Devin will be five-ish and the new baby would need someone closer to his/her age to play with.  Of course she was kidding (I hope), but I’m not sure how far off she was with her nausea-inducing joke.  A few years difference in age doesn’t mean much for adult relationships, however for children those same years can mean a lot.

Nevertheless, at this point I’m pretty certain that my house will remain a sibling-free zone.  I think I can live with that.