Afterward, as we were lying on the sofa at home trying to recover from being thoroughly stuffed, Hubby was chatting with Nicholas about the new baby. "Nicholas," he said, "Where's the baby?"
Twenty-month-old Nicholas, who is no slouch, pointed to my stomach. "Good boy!" enthused Hubby. "Now, which do you want, a little brother or a little sister? Boy or girl?"
Nicholas considered this seriously a moment. Then he said, with great clarity and emphasis, "Doggie."
After the hysterical mirth generated by this statement had subsided, Hubby tried again. "Mama can't have a doggie, Nicholas," he said. "Just a boy or a girl. Which do you want?"
"Girl," said Nicholas.
"Are you sure? Don't you want a little brother?"
"No." He sounded very definite.
"You want a sister?"
So, that appears to settle it. We'll see if he's right.