I enjoy being a girl.
Yesterday I took Anna to the bank to open her very first checking account. We walked in with Jack in tow, the other girls otherwise occupied at ballet class and Activity Days, and met with a very chatty banker, who walked us through the process.
We learned she has two boys and two girls of her own and that she LOVES babies (as evidenced by her constant fawning over Jack). She remarked, “You are going to LOVE having a boy. They are SO different than girls.” (As if girls were something worthy of disdain.). I thought to myself that aside from diaper changes, I hadn’t experienced anything remarkably different about having a boy, at least not in the first ten months.