At the time, Sam and I didn't know if she was a boy or a girl and we had been arguing over this for the past few months. The outcome was crucial: if she was a boy, I would be doomed as not only the middle child but also as the only girl for the REST OF MY LIFE.
DOOMED, I tell you.
But if she was a girl, everything would be perfectly right with the world because I would have someone to dress up and boss around. Besides, it would be my first victory in sibling rivalry. Ever.
Needless to say, victory was mine.