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William is going to be a big brother!  We're headed for plural Burkelets territory.

When we first told William, we asked him if he thought it was a baby brother or a baby sister.  He said no, declared that it was a lion, and then stuck with that as his reliable answer for a while.  (He told the ultrasound tech that it was a lion.)  He also told me that the baby "grew and grew and GREW!", serving as something of a confirmation that his source of inspiration was Herbert the Lion (a continuing favorite):

"There was once a little girl named Sally who wanted a baby lion.  She already had a doll's house, two dolls, a tea set, and a toy zebra on wheels, but she didn't like any of them.  All she wanted was a lion, a real, live lion.  So one day, her mother brought her one from downtown.  Then Sally was very happy.  She named the little cub Herbert, and they played together all day long."

William's favorite page: "Herbert grew, and grew, and GREW!"

Then the other day, his story changed, and the baby was no longer a lion, but a "little fat sausage".  He seems to have found a new book to help him to work through these new confusing events:

To be fair, he changed his tune after seeing the ultrasound, and the ultrasound does kind of look like a "little fat sausage" (word inversion his).