This morning, Seven got dressed and came out of her room wearing shorts with the pockets turned all the way out, so they were hanging off of her like awkward elephant ears. She walked into my room where Boyfriend and I were, and I said, "Sev, come here and let me fix your pockets. You look like a homeless guy."
Her response: "Like Birthday!"
("Birthday" is Sev's name for Boyfriend. He was unimpressed. Boyfriend is also not homeless, for the record.)
Tonight, Boyfriend gave Sev a bath. Seven commented on how large his hands were. He said, "Yep, that's because I'm a boy."
She said, "No, you're not a boy. You're a man, silly."
Afterthought: Boyfriend then taught Seven to flex her arms and kiss her biceps. Because that's what a man does. Or something.
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