Recently, our conversations have been as follows:
Kaz: Hey, sweetie, how would you like a little brother or sister?
Ms. Kaz: You don’t want a little brother or sister to play with?
And so on…
This weekend, my mother and my sister and her family, including my 5 year old nephew came to visit. She’s having a blast with my nephew. They run around and scream for no reason. They roar (or, in one instance, quack) at each other with toy dinosaurs. They have a great time.
So we’ve figured it out. Our daughter doesn’t want a little brother or sister… she wants an older brother or sister.