From the moment we told Grace we were going to have a baby, she was adamant that it was going to be a girl. The mere mention of the possibility of a boy baby brought immediate angry outbursts and expressions of disgust.
At first, we found this fairly amusing. And, no doubt, typical. Grace is a girl, mom is a girl, it only makes sense that any baby that comes out of mom should also be a girl. Heck, I felt a little that way myself. The thought of having a little boy inside of me seemed a bit weird. Like being invaded by a foreign power. :)
But...as the date to discover the gender neared, Spencer and I realized that something had to be done. Grace was coming to the ultrasound with us, and neither of us wanted to deal with the inevitable mess that would follow should that little baby have boy parts. After stewing over it for a little while, and consulting with some friends, we came up with the following solution...
See, as of late, Grace has been obsessed with two things: pink cupcakes and pink kitties. I have no idea where the pink kitties thing came from. I've never seen one. But they're a very real entity to Grace. In fact, on any given day, Grace will proclaim that the only things she likes in the whole world are pink cupcakes and pink kitties. Yeah, just try and feed THAT kid lunch...
Anyway, we decided to present the following options to Grace: if the baby is a girl, we'll go get ice cream as a family to celebrate. However, if the baby is boy (immediate grimace on her part), we'll go to a bakery and buy some...drum roll, please...PINK CUPCAKES!
It worked like a charm.
From that moment on, Grace was quick to mention that she was "okay" with the baby being a boy. When that magical ultrasound occurred, and the gender was announced, Grace was THRILLED. She's never turned back.
The power of those pink cupcakes astounds me. My child is waaaayyy too motivated by treats.
