Our two youngest granddaughters, Lizzie 7 and Em 8, are a fount of delight to Alex and me. Their conversation yesterday seemed to be focussed on boys (as they are the youngest by far in their family and the only ones still at home, boys are to a source of unknown fascination to them.)
Lizzy: You know Grandma, boys NEVER cry. It's not fair!
Em: I'd like to be a boy. Sometimes I think I AM a boy.
Lizzy: I wish I could break my leg then boy couldn't chase me.
Em: AND you could go into hospital and have jelly and icecream!
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