My oldest son is the father of a brand-new baby of the pink sort, born last night. Her name is Isabella Nicole. She is the first girl in the family for about five decades! I hadn't even dared to consider that possibility.
Yes, I have demanded promises that she will be offered dance classes at the appropriate age. (That means I will let her learn to walk first.) If she then decides she'd rather play soccer or run track, then I have ample experience at cheering for those activities, too.
You may call me Granny for today. If you try it tomorrow, perhaps I'll get all snarky about it again.
