A Mister or a Sister: Which one is My Brister?

  Tomorrow is the day!  Tomorrow I will find out if my brister is a brother or a sister.  I'm so nervous....I mean if it's a girl, the picture on the left is probably very indicative of what life will be like - sitting around at boring hair salons holding hers and Mommy's purses.  But if it's a boy.....!!!!
     If it's a boy we could have so much fun!  I can teach him how to throw a ball and attack the dog and run away from Mommy when she wants to change his diaper.  You just can't do that stuff with a sister.  Throw the ball and if she misses it she'd probably cry, attack the dog and she'd probably feel sorry for it and cry, run away from Mommy and she'd probably fall down and cry.  Cause that's what girls do - they cry.  About everything.  Believe me I know.  I live with two of 'em already.  They get a letter in the mail, with GOOD NEWS, and they cry.  They see a dead squirrel on the side of the road, they cry.  You yank on their ear rings, they cry.  They can watch the same scene in a movie 15 times, and still cry every time they see it.  The female species is just too complicated.  I want a brother.  Please be a brother little brister.