Being a new dad, I know the gender reveal parties fairly well. The process is pretty simple. You get a sonogram, the technician writes the gender down & puts it in an envelope, you take that envelope to a bakery, and they bake you a pink or blue cake. Then, you throw a party… everyone but the expectant mother gets drunk, take a cake knife, and reveal the identity. If it’s a boy, you buy a football… if it’s a girl, you buy a gun. — Chachi
— Thomas Rhett (@ThomasRhett) February 19, 2017
