"Anna Banana," Kevin says, gently taking his daughter from his mother's arms, "hey there, baby girl."

"Daddy?" Anne rubs at her eyes with chubby little fists, yawning. "Did we have the baby yet?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Kevin smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We had the baby. Do you want to see?"

"Can I?"

In response, he takes her back to Britney's room.

"Hi Mama. Is that my sister? Can I hold her?" Anne leans over the bed, and Kevin has to readjust his arms quickly to keep her from falling. Finally, he sits her down next to Britney, and she snuggles up, one hand reaching for the baby's face.

"Careful, sweetie. You don't want to scare him."

"Him?" Anne wrinkles her nose, and looks anxiously up at Kevin. "Where's my sister?"

"Well, Annie, you see." Kevin sits at the foot of the bed and takes her hands. Britney grins at him over Anne's head, and mouths "all you." Kevin shoots her a look, then smiles down at his daughter. "You see," he says, "we didn't have a girl."

"I want a sister," Anne says.

"I know. But a baby brother's pretty good too, huh? David, that's his name."

"He's a *boy*," Anne says.

"Why don't you try holding him?" Britney asks.

Anne glares at her, green eyes flashing just like Kevin's, and a pout that could rival her Uncle Nick's appears. "Put him back," she says.

"What?"

"Put him back. I want a sister."

"Anne," Kevin says.

"I want a *girl*. Boys are *stupid*."

"I'm a boy, you know."

"No you're not," Anne says stubbornly. "You're a *daddy*."

"Baylee's a boy," Britney says.

Anne's eyes light up. "Oh!" she says, "Oh, Daddy. Give *him* the boy, and we can take Susan."

"I don't think Uncle Brian and Aunt Leighanne would trade with us," Kevin says.

"Course not. Who would want to trade for a *boy*?" Anne pouts, and slides off the bed. "Can we go home now?"

"You don't want to hold David?" Kevin brushes Anne's cheek. "It's not his fault he's a boy, you know."

Anne screws her face up, thinking it over. Finally she sighs loudly, clearly feeling put upon. "I *guess* not," she says. She raises her arms, and Kevin picks her up, cuddling her close. Britney carefully places David in her arms. He stares up at Anne and gurgles, waving one hand in the air.

"He's awful red," she says, but she keeps staring down at him, and Kevin kisses the top of her head.

"It'll go away in a week or two," he says.

"Good. If he's stuck being a boy, he can at least look pretty."

"So we can keep him, then?" Britney says.

"You're sure we can't have a girl?"

"Maybe next time," Kevin says. "In a couple of years."

"O-kay," Anne says, "I guess he can stay." One of David's fists whaps lightly against her cheek and she looks at him sternly. "Wait till I get my sister," she says. "We won't need you at *all* then, no matter how pretty you are."

Kevin hands the baby back to Britney with a kiss, and takes their daughter home.