Girly Girl

My ten year old son  was rambling on a mile a minute about every sport under the sun, while I did a good job of faking interest in, and knowledge of, those sports.  I often talk sports with my son and because I know little about them I learned to fake it. I assume my vast knowledge (cough, cough) of sports impressed him because today he kindly informed me that I am not a "girly, girl".  Although my first reaction was to be extremely a little insulted I didn't let on to my son that my feelings were hurt.  Instead, I asked him what he meant by me not being a "girly girl".  "You are are "manly, girl" mom", he said.  He must have realized how that sounded (or maybe he saw the sick look on my face) because he quickly tried to cover it up by saying..."Oh, Mom, I just meant that you aren't like other girls.  You don't care about how you dress or what your hair looks like".   Kids, you gotta love em!