Tucker has a vested interest in this baby already. At four he understands that their is a baby in my tummy and that one day, it will come out.
He greeted me yesterday with these words:
“Mom, if the baby is a boy, it will be good”
Me: But what if it’s a girl? Won’t that be good too?
Him: No, because we only have three little boys.
I tried to explain that we already have seven boys and only six girls, so one more girl would even things out. He just doesn’t care…
But what he does care about is the baby’s name. Practically since day one he’s been saying he wants to name the baby Kung Fu Panda if it’s a boy (and no, he’s never even seen the movie) and Grandma Cindy if it’s a girl. He did waffle on his boy name choices just a little. For one whole day, he wanted to name the baby Garbage Truck but then switched back to Kung Fu Panda. And he had three days or so when he wanted to name the baby King Kung Fu Panda. But now, he’s back to plain old Kung Fu Panda.
Good thing he doesn’t get a vote in these things…