So, I'm in Starbucks (aka St. Arbucks) for my afternoon frap and this weird Boulder hippie dude points to the baby bump and says, "It's a boy." I smile and rub the belly, "actually, it's a girl." He insists, "no, it's a boy."
Clearly this guy can tap some cosmic line that I'm not privy to. Nor were the two doctors and ultrasound tech who informed us of our girl. So, let us all be warned.
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