On Sunday afternoon, I was witness to the following conversation between my two children:
M: Mommy’s painting my toenails for my awards ceremony. Mommy can’t paint yours because you’re a boy.
A: Mommy, why can’t you paint my toenails?
M: Because you’re a boy. Besides, people might think you’re a HOBO.
*insert the sound of crickets chirping*
Mommy: What’s a hobo?
M: Oh, you know…a crazy person.
Good answer, I thought, as I felt 3 more strands of hair turn gray. Yes, you can feel it…I swear.
