Gimme a Y – What Does That Spell?

I called to speak with Isabella last week.  I wanted to clue her in to a new version of Emma that PBS is airing on Masterpiece Theater.  She wasn’t home so I had the honor of conversing with her daughter.

“Are you excited about the new baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“YES!” she said.

“I hear that you’re expecting a little girl.”

“Yes, I’m going to have a sister,” she told me.  I could hear the smile through the phone.

“Well you know, there is just as much of a chance that it’ll be a brother,” I told her.  I personally am campaigning for Y chromosomes.  Every mommy should have the joy of getting mushrooms out of her son’s nose.

“No, I’m having a sister.”  She sounds pretty adamant in her sing song voice.

I laughingly argue back, “But you understand that it could be a boy.  You might have a brother.”

“But I’m not.”

“Alright, sweetie.  But you know, boys aren’t so bad.”  She knows my children well, so she is familiar with some of the issues with brothers and she certainly knows plenty of little boys.  “I’m awfully fond of The Bandit and he’s a boy.”

“Yeah,” she agrees and I think I might be getting through to her.  “But I’m having a sister because I only have girl toys.”

I love Isabella’s daughter to death, but I hate to break it to her that most little girls aren’t really as excited about snakes and bugs and lizards as she is.  She might be better off with a brother.

GO Y CHROMOSOMES!