My five-year-old daughter, Emma, is positive that my wife is going to give birth to a girl. If she overhears us talking about the baby being a girl or a boy, she will correct us that in her expert opinion, the baby must logically be a girl.
This weekend the cuteness of all that finally wore off and I asked her what she was going to do if the baby turned out to be a boy. To which she responded that, in that case, we would just have to change the baby from a boy to a girl.
And, of course, with five year-olds you can no longer just insist that this is impossible without being subjected to the one-word interrogative, “Why?” which eventually backs Mommy and Daddy up to a wall as surely as any firing squad.