"Yellow is the color of pee. Pink."
"Pink is zhe color of France's undervear. Yellow."
"Yellow is the color of freaking rotton milk. Pink is more girly."
"Who ever said I vant a freaking girly child? Yellow is better, if not camo."
"It IS a girl, Ludwig, not another one of your soldiers. Pink, d*mn it."
"She's mein daughter, frau, and I say yellow."
"She's my daughter too! Pink!!"
"Eer, excuse me. . ?" A worker intervened, shaking in fear at the scary looked both you and your husband Ludwig had on your faces. You glared at him, (e/c) eyes glinting dangerously before melting back into a nice, pregnant motherly look.
"Yes?" You smiled, turning to him with a little difficultly, your hand on your aching HUGE belly. He smiled wearily.
"Eer, we have pink camo wall paper if you're interested. . ?"
"YES!! WE'LL TAKE IT!!"