I started to say that I have some good news and I have some bad news.
But that’s not really true, not in the long run, which I know you will eventually understand.
The truth is, I have some good news, and I have some even better news.
The good news is that your new sibling is healthy! Praise the Lord. One day, Daddy and I know you will understand how precious life is, and what miracles babies are.
In the meantime, the even better news is that you will probably never have to share your clothes with your new baby brother.
Or your doll babies.
[I can’t make any promises about the baby strollers, because Bo has already given you a run for your money on that front.]
I’m pretty sure you’ll have me [and Daddy’s credit card] all to yourself on shopping trips and spa days.
You’ll never wake up in the morning excited to wear your favorite shirt only to discover that your pesky little sister already has it on.
You’ll never come to blows over Wonder Woman underoos or find out that your sister has been asked out by your secret crush [true story, thanks Jen!].
I’m sure none of this matters to you now, but I hope one day you can see the merits of having not one but two baby bothers.
But I’m going to make Daddy tell you anyway.