Assumptions

An assertive, middle-aged blonde lady came into work early this week and wanted to know something about our Halloween product. As I was answering her question, she was interupted by a phone call. This is what I heard:

"Hello?
(listens)
What? She gave birth? We have a baby?
(listens)
It's a bit early, isn't it?
(listens)
Girl or boy?
(listens)
Is mom okay?
(listens)
Well is she okay?
(listens)
Is the umbilical chord still wrapped around her head?
(listens)
How tall is she?
(listens)
What does she weigh?
(listens)
What color is she--black? Or white, or pinkorpurple...
(listens)
Are you sure she's okay?"

The color question confused me by the sheer confidence with which it was delivered, but I assumed she was conversing about a human infant until she asked, in clear reference to said infant:

"Is she standing up okay, or falling over?"

Turns out there is what I gather to be a new calf in the family. When the lady was paying, she mentioned something about "raising albino."

...Black and pink albino?