I'll tell our blueberry loudly to think thoughts of footyball all that I'd like. It's not being a tit. It's being proactively active in my son's future life as part of a family football team. Proper football, and not that rubbish that's being televised, today.
And if it's a girl, we'll give it a unisex name and I'll loudly yell GOAL and drink lots when she helps win a game with all the brothers she's going to have, because I said so.
But it won't be a girl because I further said so, before you make me go out and about to purchase organic happy babyroom paint.