“So wouldn’t raising two babies be a whole lot cheaper than raising three kids?” he asked, working it out with heartbreaking logic.

Hearing my nine-year-old talk about his own life like an item on a grocery receipt made my soul ache with a sorrow I could barely stand.

“Yes, Austin, in plain math two kids cost less than three,” I admitted quietly.

“But having children isn’t like being at the grocery store, where you put a box of cereal back on the shelf because the total came out twenty dollars too high.”

His eyebrows pulled together into a tight, puzzled knot as he thought over my clumsy comparison.