This post by Heather brought a memory to the forefront. Our youngest child is a boy. I have a theory that God makes the last one (no matter how many you have) the kind of a child where you know you don’t want to continue having children. I love him, but he was a handful. At one point my FIL (may he rest in peace) was laughing at Hubby… telling him he was just getting payback. That this was exactly what he always wanted for my husband. Someone to get even with him for all the stuff he’d put his parents through.
I looked at my FIL and asked, “But what did I ever do to you?” His reply. “You married him.”
Love, ya’, Dad.