Tonight, Nan and I discussed the sibling issue for the first time. Specifically, her lack of siblings. She was sharing the details of her future with me at bedtime, and she said she planned to have at LEAST two children, maybe more. Because the kids might get lonely. Tenatively, I asked her if SHE ever wished she had a brother or sister. "Yeesssss..." she said, eying me with hope. I explained that she was the only kid in our family, and that was how it was going to stay. "Why?" Hmm. How much information is TOO much for five? "Uh, well, Mommy and Daddy had a really tough time getting you, and because of Mommy's health problems, we decided to stick to one kid." "What are health problems?" Oy. "You know how Mommy has arthritis? Stuff like that." I doubt the kid would understand "minimally invasive hysterectomy". She seemed content with the explanation, and we discussed the many pros to being the only kid in the house. But she still plans to have many children. And if they want a dog? "Heck YEAH I'll get them a dog." I'm duly chastened.