Uh...mah...GAH.

I need a dose of girly. Like, right now.

Normally, I am totally into all things "boy". Hell, what choice do I have? I am surrounded by 'em. But today was the cherry on the testosterone sundae. The middle kid asked me if (and I quote...) "my balls were batwings." Oh, yes he did.

Little sidenote for those of you who are male-challenged...when it is hot outside, apparently the dangly boy parts tend to stick to the inside of their legs, creating a sort of "batwing" effect.

There you have it. And yes, I did explain that the correct terminology was "testicles", and that indeed, mommy does not possess said parts.

I think I need to go get a pedicure or hang out in Bath and Body Works for a little while.