This Is My Son, Not My Daughter
We went out to eat the other night and my son was doing what he does best. He attracts crowds, turns on the extremely cute button, and can turn anyone’s frown upside down with his antics.
So the waitress comes by, gives him his crayons that he uses to draw on the table, and says, “Oh, isn’t she cute.” Immediately my wife looks at me and said, “Did she just say she?” Now he’s already had his first haircut, even his second. Here’s what he looked like that night. Does he look like a girl? I don’t think so.