At dinner the other night, Evan looked wistfully out the back door, sighed and uttered the following statement, "I wish I was a girl. I wish I was a girl."
Me: Why do you wish you were a girl?
Evan: I want to make more people. I want to have a baby.
Me: Evan, my boy, it traditionally takes two people - a mom and a dad - to make babies.
Evan: No, it doesn't.
Me: Trust me, it does.
Evan: No. It. Doesn't.
Rather than argue the facts of life at the dinner table, I let it go and Evan went back to eating his dinner.
My son's longing to have a child put me in mind of the following scene from Monty Python's film, The Life of Brian.