While at Wal-Mart today, an elderly gentleman approached to look at sleeping Hattie. He said, "He sure looks happy." Maybe I heard him wrong, but if I didn't, it's not the first time that someone has mistaken my pink-and-purple baby for a boy. I simply don't understand how people can miss the obvious clues...pink blanket, purple hat, bow in the hair, purple bib. But yet it still happens. I can understand if she's wearing blue, green, yellow, or brown, but this is inexcusable.