Vicky and I were arguing over having another child a minute ago. We have this argument every now and then: me for, because I'm sick of ex-babies who turn into smart alecky young boys and him against because according to him we haven't the money. Like I died and made him king of the household finances or something.
Anyway, so I said, "Your parents had a second child!"
He retorted, "And don't think of a moment that they didn't regret it!"
For those who don't know know, Vicky has only one sibling, an older brother.