In a perfect world, my car would be pristine and anyone who found out I had two children would be SHOCKED because my car wouldn’t betray a hint.
But even without Cheerios rolling around in the backseat, it’s pretty obvious that I’m transporting little children around wherever I go.
I don’t really remember telling my oldest daughter that we were having a second child. She wasn’t quite two when we found out, and I’m not sure she really understood the whole thing (although she loved going along to hear the baby’s heartbeat at all my doctor appointments).
But this time, we knew she’d understand what we were talking about.
And we really hoped she’d be excited.