Max was sitting on my lap tonight admiring the cutest red-headed baby. She is barely one and was smiling and waving at him and he was doing what he could to get her to continue. He leaned over to me and said, "Mama, when I grow up, I want a baby like that."
I thought this to be a profound four-year-old thought so I engaged. "If you get married I'm sure God will give you a child like that, maybe even better."
He looked at me with real concern, "But how will he give me THAT baby because won't she be older too?"