Let me preface this by saying that I'm not pregnant, and I don't expect to be anytime soon. But the other day I was in the extra bedroom in our house and I was thinking about what a cute nursery it would make, and John was in there with me. Envisioning paint colors and crib bedding and wall hangings, I asked him if he'd rather have a baby sister or another baby brother. He answered that he'd want a brother.
"Why?" I asked. "What's wrong with girls?"
"Mom! Girls are just pretty and fancy! Boys are fun!"
Which made me laugh, because he's right about both of those things. But of course he's missing the fact that girls are fun too, sometimes simply because they are pretty and fancy. Now I kind of hope that our third child, whenever it makes its way into our family, will be a girl so that he can see how fun girls can be! (Although he does in fact already know this--some of his favorite friends are girls. Hypocrite!)