Something is not right when you go to someone's house with all three of your children and the little girl at the house asks, "Are any of these kids girls?" Well, obviously the oldest one with a sword is a boy, the smallest one, although dressed head to toe like a girl, is in fact a boy, but that middle one there, the one with boy short hair, that's a girl.
Oh wait,
I guess that's about right at our house.
