Our conversation on the drive home from the All Church Picnic tonight:
Maggie: Mom, I wish you and Dad only had one kid.
Me: You realize if we'd stopped with only one kid, it would have been Mena, and then you never would have been born.
Maggie: Well, then maybe you could sell one of your kids.
Me: What? I'm not selling either of you; I love both of you. Besides it's illegal to sell children.
Maggie: Mooom, I mean give one of your kids to be adopted.
Me: I'm not giving either of you to be adopted; I'm keeping both of you. Are you wanting to be an only child?
Maggie: Yes! Two sisters fight; two brothers fight; but if you only have one kid then they won't fight.
Me: So you're tired of fighting with Mena?
Maggie: Yes!
Me: Maybe you could just play nice together.
Maggie gives me cross-armed silence.
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