First of all ...

There will be no baby Jeter, no little Roy, no tiny Dean Smith, and while Atticus is still under consideration, I'm putting the kibosh on Aristotle. (I think we're in agreement on girls' names, so at least that's not an issue.)

Secondly, what do you mean we're having so much trouble handling one? Sure the tantrum intensity has been ratcheted up a notch or six, but The Boy is still a happy happy kid 90 percent of the time, and so reasonable when it comes to sharing, (a skill few of us over the age of two have truly mastered.) Also, have you ever seen anyone, not counting the dogs, get more excited at the mere mention of going outside for a walk? Sure, it all turns ugly when it's time to come in from the walk, which in truth was just a dawdle over every rock, stick and bug in our path, but you gotta take the good with the bad and the ugly.

Besides, we've got to get you knocked up, AnnaRay, before we forget everything we've learned over the past two years. I'd hate to start again from the bottom of the parenting learning curve. Do you even remember which side you're supposed to lay the kid down on so s/he doesn't die in his/her sleep? Good lord, we're already doomed.