My six-year-old autistic son went up to my wife the other day with a concerned look on his face. He told her that one day he will get married. It’s what happens. That’s life. But there’s a problem, he said. When he leaves home to get married, there won’t be a boy in the house any more and Mummy will get lonely. The solution, he said, is to have another boy.
That makes sense.
And that would make a bigger family, which is what he wants… as long as it’s a baby boy.
That would even out the number of boys and girls in our household, and bring him peace.