My Mission, According to Meems

The other day after running into our neighbors’ small children (including a newborn), Little Meems gave me a directive:

“Be thinking about how we can get one of those.”

Excuse me?  One of what?

“A baby.  Boy or girl, I don’t care.”  A do-you-understand-me nod of her head, and then she was gone.  Running ahead to catch up with her brothers to make sure they weren’t snacking on the Pirate’s Booty without her.

And leaving me to figure out how to score a newborn.