The other day, I overheard the following conversation between my two boys. We were collecting mail from the mailbox and Zach wanted to carry my magazine.

Z: I want the girl one.
M: You shouldn’t want the girl one, Zach. We’re boys. We don’t like girl stuff.
Z: Ya-huh. I like girl stuff.
M: I don’t.
Z: I like girls.
M: Not me.
Z: I like to kiss girls.
M: Not me.
(A little bit later) M: Well, Abby is my girl. [Abby is my friend Larissa’s 5 yr. old daughter. Matthew and Abby have been buddies since they were in-utero.]
Z: Luna is my girl. [Luna is my friend Rebecca’s female cat.]