Every day I stop in the morning and ask the bump, “So… do you think today is the day?

“I mean, I’m not trying to hurry you along or anything, but there is a perfectly nice room out here that you’ll doubtless enjoy. It has nice sunlight, and some toys already!

“So… is today the day? Hmmm? Maybe? Maybe not?”

No progress or movement.

Must be a boy.