After five boys, my wife had almost given up on ever having a daughter.
Claire joked about it constantly.
“This has to be your fault,” she’d tell me whenever she folded another pile of tiny boys’ clothes.
After five boys, my wife had almost given up on ever having a daughter.
Claire joked about it constantly.
“This has to be your fault,” she’d tell me whenever she folded another pile of tiny boys’ clothes.