Put money on it

My psychic prediction is this:

Peter will be born on April 29th, at 11:00-ish in the morning. He will be 7 pounds 14 ounces. Length? No clue, except that per the ultrasound he’s got long limbs and a little belly, so he could be a gangly baby. Say 21 inches.

A clerk in a jewelery shop some months back said “uh oh” when told the due date. April’s birthstone is diamond. “May isn’t much better – it’s emerald.” Then I told him it’s a boy. “Oh, good for you.” Maybe Peter will be content with some Diamond Walnuts. Well, when he can eat solid food, anyway.

If he his born on the 29th, that would make him a Sunday child. Me, I was a Monday’s child, so I was fair of face, supposedly. Sunday’s child is actually “the child that is born on the Sabbath day.” Unless you’re Jewish, I guess. So what will he be if he’s born on the Sabbath day? He’ll be “bonny and blithe, and good and gay.”

Bonny?
“1. Physically attractive or appealing; pretty.
2. Excellent.”
Hey, that’s pretty cool. "This is my excellent son, Peter."

Blithe?
“1. Carefree and lighthearted.
2. Lacking or showing a lack of due concern; casual: spoke with blithe ignorance of the true situation.”
Well, ok, but I don’t want him blowing off doing his homework.

Good?
Yes, I’ll take that.

Gay?
… I’m going to have to put a parental control block on Bravo on the cable box. No watching Project Runway with mommy. If he wants to watch TV, he can watch a documentary about Hitler’s plan to invade Antarctica on the History Channel with daddy. Especially if he’s bonny.