Tactical Wish Management

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“How do you think we’re doing so far?”

“Ok. I wish Maya made a little less poop, honestly.”

“No.”

“What? No?”

“No. Do not.”

“You want more?”

“No. The last time you wished for something, you wished for smallish, kind of aerodynamic baby and a quick, reasonably painless birth. What we got was a seven pound, ten ounce kid by crash C-section and a terrifying four-day hospital stay.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Please do not make any wishes about poop.”

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6 Comments

  1. Mike Bruce
    Posted May 12, 2009 at 2:13 am | Permalink

    We’re going to see a lot of really adorable baby pictures, aren’t we?

  2. mhoye
    Posted May 12, 2009 at 5:55 am | Permalink

    Pretty much, yeah.

  3. Leigh Butler
    Posted May 12, 2009 at 8:52 am | Permalink

    Aw, she’s so gangsta!

  4. mhoye
    Posted May 12, 2009 at 8:59 am | Permalink

    Word.

  5. mikaneko
    Posted May 15, 2009 at 6:03 am | Permalink

    No more wishes for you.

    A belated congratulations. (I’ve had my head in the sand for the past week or so, apparently.)

    Enjoy Maya. She’s lovely. Can’t wait to meet her!

  6. Mike Hoye
    Posted May 15, 2009 at 8:36 am | Permalink

    Thanks!