Apparently, I'm not much of a lady... Or so my four year old son tells me. We were sitting at dinner the other night and I was focused. My stomach had been seriously growling at me for the past two hours, so when I finally got the food on the table and ready to go, I was in the zone. Once I'm in that zone, good luck trying to get my attention for anything if you need something. Elliott was encountering this hungry girl phenomenon that particular evening, so Daddy was explaining to him like this, "Sometimes Mommy is just a really hungry girl, so you have to shout at her, 'Hey Cryn! I need a napkin!' like that, ok?"
That was when Elliott jumped in with his two cents. "But Mommy is not a girl!"
"Oh really?" I laughed. "What do you mean, I'm not a girl?" (Apparently I wasn't too hungry to hear this part of the conversation.)
"Yeah," Elliott replied, "You're not really a girl, because you do things that girls don't do..."
"Like what?" I was getting really interested in this, now.
"Like... wipe people... Like boys... and girls... Yeah, girls, like Allison and Rachel, can't really wipe people, because they're just girls. And you're not a girl."
"Oh, so what you're saying, is that I've got mad skills then?" I asked.
Okay, I can live with not being a real girl as long as he admits that I have some mad skills... Apparently my niche is wiping butts.