The other day, Staley and I were having a discussion about whether or not she thought our baby is going to be a girl or a boy. (Staley is voting boy.)
In a concerned voice, Staley asked, "But how will we know?"
Me: "How will we know what?"
Staley: "How will we know if it's a girl or a boy? All babies look the same."
Not feeling like the locker room of the public pool was the place to have that conversation, I just assured her that the doctors will know. If she ends up with a brother, she'll figure it out soon enough.