God, are you serious? I mean, my son was cute as hell when he was a tiny thing - but then he again, he shat, he vomited, he cried when I wanted to sleep, he made un-Christly messes everywhere, he scared me every time he so much as burped. Now that he's five, he's independent, he can do things for himself, he can wake up in the morning and more or less occupy himself playing with Legos so that I can get a titch more sleep on weekends, he goes to school so that I can have a job outside the house. This stage is great, and I don't think I'd ever want to repeat infancy by having another one (and that's not even MENTIONING the utter smoldering HELL that is childbirth).
Fucking hell, four kids. My response would be thus: "Babe, you're a great mother and all (I assume), but you've got to understand that while you're busy savoring the infancy stages and yearning for more as soon as the youngest grows older, you've got four other children who still need a mother. We've only so much time and so many resources to give. I'm having my junk snipped and I suggest you buy a puppy."
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