a companion of some sort
lots of people at the funeral asked us about the timing of child #2.
with this weighing on my mind, i asked paul about it a little while later, even though he had said before he wasn't interested.
me: paul, do you want a little brother or a sister?
paul: a brudder.
me: really?
paul: no.
paul: me wants a sister.
paul: a gurrel.
me: you want a little sister?!
paul: yes.
but then again, maybe he's just lonely. a few minutes later, he piped up again from the backseat.
paul: me want a cat because they are sooo cute.