Sgt. G: Oh, guess who's wife at work is having a baby?
Me: Just tell me....your kidding! First Chris and Sarah (our pseudo-siblings) and now them. *sigh* Everyone is having a baby but me.
Sgt. G: Which is as it should be.
Me: (herding naked Monkey into the bathtub where he belongs) I want a baby.
Sgt. G: What?
Me: (poking my head around the corner) I said I want a baby.
Sgt. G: Do you have any idea how much that would hurt ME?
Me:.......you didn't just seriously say that to me.
Sgt. G: (realizing his mistake, and trying hard to backpedal) Well, it would hurt me, for about a week if they did the reversal, and then another week to have the whole thing redone. You are talking about cutting my junk here.
Me: Seriously, a whole week? and a tiny little incision? do you realize who you are talking to?
Sgt. G: (watching me try to dry off a slippery Monkey as he dances naked around the living room) Aren't you outnumbered enough?
Me: Don't change the subject. *sigh* I could just go out to Chris and Sarah's and kidnap their baby for a while.
Sgt. G: I'll buy you a plane ticket.