Tonite after Deaglan ate pizza again for the ninth night in a row (I've tried to change it up but he chants PEEEE-ZUP! PEEEE-ZUP! while banging on the oven to remind me every night that I can pretty much forget putting anything else in front of him), I caught Shaune smiling to himself watching the kid streak through the living room in just a diaper chasing after the poor cat.
"Deaglan can I please have a kiss?" he asks.
"NNNNOOOO!" is the reply as the streaker runs the other way.
It suddenly dawned on me, the necessity of having more than one child. This voracious need to constantly shower your child with expressions of love and affection - could this be better appreciated by said child if it were delivered in timely increments? And as the parent, the only way I could even imagine practicing such restraint would be if there was another equally beautiful, breathtaking little wonder who could as easily melt my heart.
Please don't get excited - no big announcements here. But I have considered that if we don't want Deaglan to file for emancipation due to over-smothering as soon as he learns to read and write (and just think, Shaune and I are the everyday smotherers, there also grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends that show absolutely no restraint when visiting) we had better consider a second child sometime in the not-too-distant future.