A little third?
Previously, I had solid excuses: "No, thank you," "No way," "I already have a boy and a girl—they're thriving, and so am I." Equilibrium achieved. No need to upgrade the car or squeeze another into their shared room.
Okay, I also didn't want to relive sleepless nights—neither at night nor during the day.
Nor delay our travel dreams.
I KNOW.
Each excuse could be dismantled in seconds.
But I clung to them for a good while.
That said, I must confess: I've evolved.
I've changed my mind.
Foolish fountain…
…
Now, I have just one remaining excuse:
NO WAY AM I RETURNING TO THE ADOLESCENCE OF THE 'LITTLE THIRD' IN MY FIFTIES.
No way!
