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Sara wants to find out the sex of our baby before it’s born. I don’t. So, she and her sister came up with the idea that she could find out and everyone would know but me, and thinks that it will somehow be a surprise when the baby is born.

Obviously, I disagree. I’m convinced there’s no way that I can be kept in the dark for that long. Now, I understand that if I tried to keep myself in the dark, I could maybe lie to myself and stay uncertain, but it’s no longer about that. Now it’s all about proving that I’m right, and that I was tragically overlooked by the CIA as maybe the best intelligence agent in the world.

So, to make things interesting, there’s a wager. 3 months from when Sara finds out the sex of the baby, I’m going to tell everybody what it is, and how I know. I’m essentially locking in to my answer. Nobody will confirm or deny it, but everybody will silently, begrudgingly, acknowledge that I’m right. Because I’m super cop.

So, if I guess wrongly (and I’m using the word “guess” here a little liberally, it’s not a guess, but rather a precise analysis), Sara gets a day out, away from the kids. I’ll be taking care of both of them.

When I’m proven correct, though, then I get to attend the Texas Tech bowl game, provided it’s in Texas. If it’s not in Texas, then I get to sit at home and drink beer and watch the bowl game without having to juggle kids.

So, the bet is set. I’ll post an update when the bet starts (when Sara learns the sex), and then when I announce my decision. I’m a little worried about Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle here, but I’ll take the risk.