100 babies

"I want one hundred babies who will never grow up!"

That's N's expression of how much she adores Baby Z.

"Ummi, if you have another baby boy what will you name him?" she asked.

"I don't know, I forgot the names we thought of before Z came out," I said.

"What if it's a girl?" asked S.

"What about another boy?" asked N.

"What about twins?" N continued.

"What if you end up with thirty kids, Ummi?" one of them asked.

By this time I wasn't paying attention to who was asking the question. When you have three kids throwing one question after another at you, you don't even know who's asking what anymore, but you do remember those questions.

Another baby? Let me have a nap first, will ya?