Last weekend we headed up to the mountains for a relaxing weekend in the snow. While we were packing, it became clear that you didn't have winter clothes to keep you warm, so we dressed you in your brother's clothes. We joked that you looked a little like a boy.
When we arrived in Payson we stopped at Basha's grocery store for food. When we stepped up to the checkout line, the checkout lady asked Bodie if he had a little brother and said what a cute baby boy you were. Your dad and I didn't correct the lady. I instead quickly thought up a name for you in case she asked what your name was. Your name was to be Mason if she asked. But the lady didn't ask your name and we left the store with groceries in hand. We shared the story with our friends and we all laughed. For the remainder of the weekend you were rarely called Abby, but instead referred to as Mason.
I'm sorry we dressed you in boy clothes. I'm sorry we didn't correct the checkout lady when she said you were a cute baby boy. And I'm sorry we laughed about it all weekend and called you Mason for 3 days. I promise to dress you in lots of pink and lace to make up for it because we know you're our sweet baby girl.