When I went to retreive Wyatt from the ChildWatch section at the Y today, I was greeted by all the workers congratulating me on our baby girl. I must have looked baffled because they quickly went on to explain that Wyatt had spent the hour telling them all about his baby sister.
I told them that was interesting, considering we don't know if it's a brother or a sister and that we'd be sure to let them know in a few weeks. They seemed equally vexed that Wyatt was so insistent about this unknown fact. Then the lady in the back piped up and said, "Maybe that explains why, when I asked his sister's name, he just kept saying mommy. It must be because you haven't had her yet."
So in the car on the way home, I said, "you know, we might have a baby brother." In the past this has always made him say, in a sing-song voice, "might get a baby brudder" but today he simply said, "or a sister."
Apparently he officially thinks it's a girl. Three weeks, one day until we should know for sure. We'll be sure to let you know if he wins the prize.