We were at a fairly nice restaurant for dinner...and by "dinner" I mean 4:30 pm, which is when you must eat with a 3-year old if you don't want to be tarred and feathered.
It was us and about 25 old people.
One lady, (Baby Boy kept asking why Nana was there and not talking to him) asked him if he had a girlfriend and wanted to get married.
(I know he looks old for three, but seriously??)
BB screamed, "No, I not getting married. I not a girl!"
"Oh, you don't think boys get married," she asked. "What do boys do then?"
No one needed to turn up their hearing aids to understand that.
The check couldn't have come fast enough.