On Friday, my wife and I learned the gender of our unborn baby. We kept that detail to ourselves for one day so we could inform the kids in the best way possible: via cake.
My wife made a vanilla cake with food colouring. My daughter would cut the cake, and if the inside was blue, she was getting a third brother, and if the inside was pink, she was getting the little sister she's been wanting.
To her delight, the cake was pink. We're having a girl!
Everyone is happy, and I'll admit, I quite like the symmetry. Boy, girl, boy, girl... perfect.
I can't wait to meet her.