Once upon a time the gender breakdown in the Donner Household leaned heavily towards girls. There was me, of course, plus Olive and Emma, two girlie felines who are partial to ribbons and the like.

Michael was outnumbered three to one. Girls ruled.

Then, along came August and the dynamic changed. Overnight the girl-namic became a guy-namic.

In the days following his birth, the cats slunk about and remained mostly out of sight. They did less than little to support the Pink Team.

Meanwhile, the Blue Team was going strong. Michael had found an ally, and August was more than willing to play along. Boys will be boys, after all. Michael (a.k.a. dad) was fun, entertaining his son with song and dance. Mummy was merely useful. August laughed at his dad, learned to coo and his eyes got big. Mummy remained merely useful.

Now that August is older (practically a BIG BOY) the division is even more apparent. As in… Michael and August dart behind the door, August strapped to his dad in the Baby Bjorn, arms splayed out to each side, eyes shiftily looking to the left. As in… Michael and August hide behind the bed in a fort of pillows — “sneaky boys!” — while square mummy is hunting her son down for a feeding.

I see where this is going. And goodness knows it’s only the beginning. I envision: road trips and football games, rugged expeditions with scraped knees, park excursions, bike rides. Tractors, trains and trucks. Wheels and tool kits. Dirt and worms and “puppy dog tails.”

Next summer, Michael plans to go camping in the garden with August.

Let me say this: Have fun, my friends on the Blue Team, with the slugs.

The Pink Team will hold down the fort inside. We’ll be the ones cozy on the sofa drinking hot chocolate. Then we’ll see which team comes out on top. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.