Girly was hugging my tummy, telling me how she loves the baby and me. She sat up and rubbed my belly and asked, "Mommy, when the baby comes out can I hug it and cuddle it?"
"Yep, you can cuddle him every day."
"Is it a girl baby or a boy baby?" She wanted to make sure.
"A boy baby, sorry Girly."
She looked serious for a moment and then exclaimed, "Well, when it comes out, we can make it! We can glue it!"
Um. Once the baby comes, I am going to have to watch her very carefully. My penis obsessed little girl wants to use glue to make her baby brother into a baby girl. I feel a bit frightened. And outrageously amused. And let's not forget how thankful I am that she didn't mention scissors.