So, Hugh is walking now, or at least toddling. Every so often someone teases him (playfully?) with a stern voice. Today he was considering a mild cry about some minor toy issue and a well-meaning passer-by said in a mock stern voice, 'Come now, no no no. There's no need for tears, young man.' And his wee bottom lip trembled as if he was shamed and now he had to cry his way out of the shame too. Aww. I wonder if people do it to baby boys more than girls.
Meanwhile, the man who sells the Evening Times outside the subway pronounced loudly that, of course I was having another boy. He predicted Hugh correctly so he's obviously an expert in his field.