No Room at the Inn

Last night we took a leisurely little jaunt down to the local frozen custard place. It has become a favorite of the boys, especially if Mama has had a long, tiring day. But, every now and again I will go along for company. Not for ice cream. Yep. You read that right. I don't like ice cream.

Anywho, last night we all went down to Double Dip which has an oh-so-fabulous small town charm to it. After ordering and getting our treats, we sat on the park benches to just "be". It really is a great place to just sit and eat, usually in silence, and enjoy watching all of the other families and kiddos soaking in summer nights.

Because I was not partaking in the frozen custard happiness, I had a bit more time to talk OR speak on behalf of the rambling thoughts in my head. So, I asked Garrett, "Hey Buddy, what do you think about having a little brother or sister?" To which he answered, "NO!" And I said, "Why not, buddy?" To which he said, "Mama, the-uh is not woom in ow-uh house for a baby. Only woom for Mommy, Daddy and Gawett."

Apparently there is no room in our inn. Or at least in the measuring standards of his royal highness.