As a mom of seven, I often call my kids by the wrong name. I have had many complaints about this over the years. Tonight, however, I reached a new low. I was sitting with the Drama Queen who had smoked up the house with her cooking. It still felt cold, so I asked her if she’d shut the window all the way.
“Yes, Mom. I shut the window.”
“Are you sure you shut the window because I feel a breeze.”
“Yes, Mom. I shut the window.”
“It’s chilly in here. Are you sure you shut the window.”
She gets up and proceeds to finish shutting the window.
“That’s my boy…I mean…girl.”
Her response?
“Mom, I expect you to not know my name, but at least you could get my gender right.”
Oops!