“Mom, don’t you hate it when your thing sticks out instead of down?”
We were getting out of the car for a day at the pool.
“You know, your thing.”
“Ohhhhh, well see, I’m a girl. I don’t have anything that sticks out.”
He looked so serious. So I added, “But it usually sticks out if you are touching it too much or excited.”
“Not with me,” he said. “With me, it’s when I am thinking really hard about something.”
“Like what? Girls?”
“No!” He punched me, grinning. He is, after all, only eight.
“You should talk to Dad. He’s a boy. He’ll have some ideas for you.”