"I don't know what it means, but it means a really bad word when you stick up your middle finger."
Friend was asked by her son, one of the three, "Why did God made your third finger bad?"
Overheard, Part II:
"No, she's a girl. She is wearing [elbow length, orange suede] gloves."
"But look at his [mohawked, partially shaved, dyed orange] hair. He's a boy."
This went on for a few more observations.
Finally, a tie breaker was called for.
"Mrs. A____, is that a boy or a girl?" I looked at the obviously transgendered individual in front of me and weighed how to handle a delicate conversation, particularly with children who were not mine.
"Well," I said cautiously, "judging from the facial hair, I would say that he is a boy." [Aside: yes, I know you have an auntie that had to shave regularly, but this was a young person.] "He just has a different taste in clothing. Would YOU wear orange suede gloves?"
The boys giggled. "Nooooo..."
"Would you wear those white pointed elf shoes?"
I distracted them by asking if they liked the articles of clothing, rather than the whole package. Thankfully, Anna arrived (we had been waiting for her) and the conversation shifted.
Obviously, I am not very good at record keeping. I had the chicks on my calendar as hatching on Saturday. We found one hatched this morning, another is hatching now. Either they are precocious or ....well, likely it was me. Here are some cool photos that show how you can know if an egg is developing.
It's college application time again. Yeee-haw.
Proving to my young son that I'm not too old to climb through a small cave.