Today as we were getting ready to go to the pool, I heard Andrew telling Eva, as he always does, "Come get some pretties!" That's what he says when he puts sunblock on her--it makes her pretty. I think it's so cute, and she actually sits still for it.
I called out from the other room, "Honey, aren't you glad we had a girl first?"
And he asked, "Why is that?"
"Because you can say things like that to her--that sunblock will make her pretty. What will you say to Leighton? He won't want to get pretty."
His answer made me laugh and sealed the deal that he is ready for a son. "I'll say, 'Come get your muscle cream!'"