Three years ago, when the technician ran the sonogram over my tummy slick with Vaseline, she announced with complete confidence “it’s a boy.” I took a little while to recover from that news because this one was my second and my last. I knew that I was facing a future without a daughter. Who would I bicker with in my older years? Would I miss the opportunity to buy dresses and hair doodads? Who would take care of me as I aged?

I got over it pretty quickly. The boys and I are a good fit. Our sitter at the time, Juana, wisely pointed out that in a house of three men, I would always be the princess. She didn’t warn me that living in a house of men would also involve ongoing discussions about farts.

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