What is the magic age for mom?

This morning as Blake and Landon were getting ready for school, Landon asks: "Mom, at what age do you stop wanting more kids?"

My reply: "Me personally, or people in general?"

Landon: "You personally!"

Me: "Well, Landon, I am pretty sure we are done!"

Landon: "NOOOOOOOOOOO! I want you to have more kids!"

Blake: "No, we are going to adopt!" (Obviously, that must be what he is saving his allowance for... not the PS3, yea, right!)

Me: "Boys, there are no plans for either of those things to happen, so I suggest you talk to God about that."

Who are these kids? Do they realize that I am already practically deaf from the arguing amongst the four of them already? And crazy from the competitiveness of brother versus brother.

As I prayed with the boys on their way out to go to school, Landon adds, "and Lord, please give us another child!"

Shhhh, listen carefully and you may be able to hear the sound of Russ throwing up from anxiety over the very thought!

PS. Still not planning on more kids, don't panic folks!