Mother Daughter

I had a dream last night that I had a daughter.  I woke up all flustered and confused.  A daughter?  What the heck would I do with a daughter?  I never wanted one.  Throughout both of my pregnancies I had my fingers and toes double crossed that they'd be boys.  I'm not entirely sure why...just a gut feeling that I wasn't equipped to parent a girl.  After my gooseflesh wore off this morning and I really considered the idea, I thought that maybe, just maybe, there might have been a little more pink around the place.  And I'd have someone I could share hair do-dads with.  And then I sipped from my drink and realized there'd be no getting around my teaching her how to put a straw in her armpit and blow making the coolest, most unseemly sounds ever.  Yeah, I think I could rock the mother/daughter thing.

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