Yesterday, Merikalyn approached Brandon. "Daddy, I need to talk to you about something."
She took his hand, leading him into the bedroom where they plopped on the bed.
"What is it, honey?" he questioned.
"Well, Dad, we need more babies," she began, face set in a serious expression.
"Yes, it is very important that we have more boys and girls in this house."
"Hmm," he replied thoughtfully, "And how would we have more children?"
"In Mommy's belly, silly!" she giggled.
"Of course!" he nodded. "So, how many children do you think we should have."
She looked at her hands and slowly began to raise her fingers.
"Ten?" he observed.
"Welllllll...." she said, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips. "Maybe eleven."
After Brandon explained the chat to me, Merika piped up, "Well, sixteen would be better."
Ha! That's my girl!