I took the girls to a birthday party the other day where, over the course of the event, they saw me holding another guests’ baby sister. Later on today, we were sitting on the couch having a snack and reading some books, when Morgan asked me why I had been holding the baby. I put the book down and told her that while I always love holding her and her sister, sometimes it’s nice to hold babies.

She thought that over for a minute before saying, “Oh.”

Cautiously, I asked her, “Do you think maybe you’d like to have another sister or a brother some day?” — emphasis on “maybe”, “some” and “day”.

“Um, I’d like another sister, and another sister, AND a brother”, she said. “A brown brother.”

Coever, who had been listening the whole time said, “I don’t want a brown brother. I don’t want another sister. I want that sister.”

“Which sister?” I ask.

“Just Morgan.”

Just Morgan, just Coever. That’s sounds like just enough.