Tomboy

Wife, to my 8-year-old daughter: “You’re so much like I was when I was your age!  I was a tomboy, too.”

Daughter: “What?  Don’t call me a boy!”

Wife: “No—that’s not what it means; I just mean you’d rather do sports and weary sporty clothes than do ballet and wear pink dresses.  Me, too.”

Daughter: “Oh, that… yeah, sometimes I hate being a girl.  Except…”

Wife: “Except?”

Daughter: “Except I’m glad I don’t have all that boy-junk down there… that’s just weird.”