"I'm going to text Girl Child," my son told me. He was sitting next to me in the passenger seat of the car.
He texted furiously for a moment and then told me, "I said, 'We're out the house. Player.'"
"Player? You just referred to your sister as 'Player'?"
He thought seriously about this and then asked, "Can girls be players?"
"I suppose so Boy Child. BUT NO ONE SHOULD."
Once again. I cannot figure out if I'm the best mother alive or the worst.
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