Today I am signing out my kids at the daycare, before I fetch them from their rooms. The director comes up to me.
“I hear you got a new kid.”
“Do I get to take someone’s kid home with me, today?” I ask her. I am excited, because I am not having any more children, and probably the only way I can get another is if someone gives me one. I want more, just I am too tired to make one.
She tells me “I mean your middle child. Everyone says he has been a different kid for two weeks.”
The medicine works.