Brudder!

I am going to have a brother! We went to the doctors, and the looked at mommy's belly with this funny looking thing that they wouldn't let me touch. It took a long time and Daddy had to take me outside to walk in the halls for awhile because I'm not good at sitting still. There weren't any toys there either. Then they said I was going to have a brother. I wanted a sister. Specifically, I wanted "Sarah". She's my friend. I like to kiss her goodbye. Sometimes she doesn't want to, but I keep trying. Daddy said that Sara's daddy won't think it's so funny in about 13 years.