Last weekend we went to see my best friend and her family in central Mass. Her oldest son was our ring bearer. He is possible the cutest child ever. In the car on the way to get ice cream, he turned to me, an impossibly serious expression on his 5-year old face.
"When are you going to get a baby in your belly?"
"I don't know, Ivan. A couple of years, maybe. Why?"
"Because you need to have a baby!"
"Did your mother put you up to this?"