(*Warning: The following story contains references to boobs and babies. If this makes you uncomfortable, skip to the next post.)
Hubs and I were standing beside the bed folding laundry, when somehow or another, the subject of having a “buhbee” as Bri likes to say, came up. Seriously, the child repeats the word baby over and over these days. Almost like she’s trying to send us a message. Anyway, I casually mentioned that I hope we have a household full of girls.
Hubs: (groaning) Girls are sooo expensive. And babies are so expensive. Seriously, we can’t afford another one right now.
Me: But babies are so cute and cuddly. Don’t you just want another one?
Hubs: Maybe in a few years.
Me: Well, think about how much bigger my boobs would get. Wouldn’t that make up for it? It would be like getting a boob job!
Hubs: And a baby.
Me: Well, yeah. Maybe I should just go to a plastic surgeon for a boob job.
Hubs: Okay! That would definitely be cheaper.
Me: What?!?!
LoL!
The boob job would be cheaper than a girl by a LONG shot! Girls are twice as expensive as boys, trust me!