One of my favorite guilty pleasures in the world is to hear what new parents are having: a boy or girl.
That's not the part worth confessing. I delight with them over the news, either way. Because there's just no season like that one, no surprise quite like that one.
But, my favorite - my favorite - is when I learn about a family, with a slew of compliant little girls, who is having their first boy.
I nearly rub my hands together and laugh maniacally. I want to say, "Dude. Your life is so about to change."
But instead, I say, "Boys are so great. Hooray for baseball caps and overalls."
Because boys are great. And I'm a sucker for little boys' accessories. (In their infancy, it's all in the shoes.)
But every time I see a family sitting quietly at a restaurant with their little girls who sit quietly and color quietly,
or when I hear mothers of girls talk about how precious snow days are because their little girls can color for hours and play in their dollhouses and not do a single thing to try to tear the house apart or down or off its hinges,
I think: That family needs a dose of BOY.
There's nothing like it. Boys are great. I wish you one of your own.
And buckle up. Because, dude. So about to change.