It all started a few months ago. DD started asking for a baby sister. Not a baby brother, but a baby sister. She would mention it at night when we prayed. I’ve encouraged her because I thought God might listen to the prayer of a child more than a jaded adult.
So, last night out of the blue:
DD: Mommy and Daddy, you have to try harder to get me a baby sister.
All I could say was that we’re trying.