At dinner tonight, we asked her: “Will Baby Baby be a boy or a girl?”
A girl, she answered decisively.
Later, during the marathon putting-her-to-bed session, which began at 7:15 and ended at 9:28 (when I finally left her room, and she really was asleep!), she repeated her comments about Baby Baby popping out when it’s her birthday – with a twist. The socks are still an integral part of this, but this time, she said, “And you’ll wash the pink socks, and she will wear them!”
She gave my belly two kisses for Baby Baby and patted me.
Does she know something we don’t?