After hearing my explanation about a friend pregnant with her second and the baby growing in her baby, Jill decided she'd like a sibling as well. But not a brother. "Boys are icky. I want a little sister named Molly." OK then, there you have it. Jill has this all planned out.
The same night she went into my underwear/sock drawer and pulled out leopard print undies and a black padded bra. "These match, Mumma. They're pretty. You should wear them to bed." Like she has it all planned out! It gave us a good laugh (not to mention a raised eyebrow)!