Tonight after work, Maggie, Aleita and I hopped in the car to take a few things over to our friends, the Ritters. As we were driving, Maggie commented, "Tom and Diana have three sons. You don't have any sons, Mommy. Just daughters."
"That's right," I answered.
She thought for a moment and then said, "I wish I had a baby brother. She then excitedly added, "Hey! I know! I am going to ask Santa Claus for a baby brother this Christmas!" She then queried, "Hey Aleita! What are you going to ask for for Christmas? A baby brother too?"
Aleita calmly replied, "No. I am going to ask Santa Claus for a Superman costume."
And that, friends, is the difference between my two children. (I also commented to my children that Aleita probably had a far better chance of receiving her request.)