So what do you say when on the eve of your last child's first day of preschool your bi-coastal commuting husband (yes we live in Massachusetts but his office is in Ca -- talk about some frequent flyer miles) sweetly suggests over a glass of Merlot that perhaps it is time to have another one . . baby that is.
Now before you answer that let me just say I already thought about coughing up my glass of Merlot all over him. But let's be honest, all that does is create more work for me -- pre-treating, soaking, and washing his dress shirt!