Ok. You're a boy. Don't tell your mother.

So, we found out last week that you are going to be a boy. Ok. So, in this case, I feel it's necessary to tell you now that there will be lots of times I say to you, "Okay... but don't tell your mother." So like, don't tell her okay? You see, Mom doesn't like things like spitting and wrestling and guns. And when it comes down to it, neither do I, but I do understand that oftentimes, boys do. And I can relate to the little boy in me who used to like those things, too. But Mom just doesn't understand those things, so let's keep boogers and spitting between us. She loves farts though. So that's fair game.

Also, if you happen to be into Star Wars, that'd be cool. Mom won't know what we're talking about when we refer to Beggar's Canyon back home or doing the Kessle run in less than 12 parsecs, but she will try to impress you by saying, "TK421, why aren't you at your post?" DO NOT LET HER FOOL YOU. This is the only Star Wars thing she knows. And if you are so inclined, we can delve a bit deeper into geekdom with Star Trek, Battlestar Gallactica, and Vampires...

But don't tell your mother.