Yesterday, I was in the checkout line at Wal-Mart when a mother with two daughters started cooing over Baby Abigail.
"So you have three daughters?"
"Actually, I have four and one son. Two are off playing in the toy aisle."
She snorted. "What does you're husband think about that?"
"Oh he loves it!"
"My husband won't let us try for another baby because he's afraid it might not be a boy" she said.