The most meaningful conversations take place effortlessly as we move through our busy lives. My son was nearly seven when he accompanied me as I carpooled his sister and her friend to an early morning band class.
Jesse: “Mom, did you know what you were going to name me when I was born?”
Me: “I sure did.”
“Did you know what you were going to name Cassi?”
“No.”
“Is that because you knew she was a girl?”
“No. I didn’t know she was a girl until I saw the whites of her eyes.”
“Mom! That’s not how you tell it’s a girl.”
“How do you tell?”
“I don’t know, but I think the doctor tells you.”
After some thought he added, “Maybe girls just have more hair when they’re born and that’s how you tell.”
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LOL, how sweet.
My brother just found out that he and his girlfriend are having a girl. I think they could tell because the amniotic fluid was pink. 😉
I loved having a girl for my firstborn.
Pink amniotic fluid. You’re hilarious!