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?”
“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.”
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!