All the kids were on the bed with BigDaddyFish this morning, rolling around and laughing and tickling and generally having a great time. Trout was still in the shrieky aftermath of a total meltdown about not wanting to layer her clothes (!) today, during which I was completely calm and every time she shrieked at me I took her face in my hands, kissed her head gently, and said "I love you, Trout." Every. Stinking. Time. She. Shrieked. And it worked great. I don't think she knew what the heck to make of it, but she stopped shrieking.
Anyway, I changed Nemo's diaper, lovin' all over him and kissy-kissing his tummy and making him giggle so he didn't roll away from me or try and wrestle his way to naked time on my bed. As I stood up to take the diaper to the trash and wash my hands, BigDaddyFish gazed at me with That Look in his eye and said "I wish we hadn't gotten your tubes tied."
I looked at him tenderly, lovingly, and said "Well, there's always IVF, but are you Out. Of. Your. Fucking. Mind?"
He said, "They're so cute, I want more" and then looked at me with those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of his.
THANK GOD I got my tubes tied.