LOL that's true CeeCeeNo! I'm a chick and you reminded me of a very funny story. So a little random OT here (you'll find my mind does jump track alot)
When my son was about 6 years old we were at my mother in laws house. My sister in law has a very good friend visiting that is male although he has a very feminine look and adores Hulk Hogan's daughter and tries his best to look like her (no dresses though). He's very slim and really could get away with being mistaken as a female if you didn't know him. (Plus he's a sweetheart)
Now I have always told my son that when I was a little I was a tomboy. I always had the most fun with my brother's hot wheels and toys and in the sandbox and fishing etc. He evidently took that to heart.
While at my mother in laws my son keeps looking at Boo (SIL's friend). Finally he gets up the nerve to say "Are you a boy or a girl?" Well we were all just shocked for a moment. Then my son says "It's ok. My Mommy was a boy when she was little!" I said "Jacob!! I was not a boy when I was little!" He says "Yes you were Mommy! You told me so!" I said "Jacob I have never told her I was a boy!" Jacob replies "You always say you were a tomboy Mommy! So did you lie?" LOL I had completely forgotten to explain to him that tomboys are girls that enjoy boy activities. I had to sit down and explain what a tomboy was and how if Mommy was a boy when she was little there would be no Jacob!
Mine is the name of the best dog in the world, Emma. A friend found her at a cabin...she was about 3-4 months old. The friend couldn't keep her and when I met her, I thought....I need a dog now. She was my very best friend and companion. Her eyes followed me everywhere. I was never out of her sight. When she was only a year old, she was hit by a car and her rear legs were paralyzed. She was extremely mobile and a very happy girl. She still dug holes in the yard and ran like crazy on those front legs. We had a cart, but she would go so fast, that she tipped it. We used the cart primarily for walks out of the yard.
She was only 8 years old when she died and it still breaks my heart. My sweet Emma girl.
They eat dead stuff and garbage but 9 times out of 10 they end up road kill just making more. and B. has another story behind it (but of course!) When I was in the 2nd grade a little boy came up to me and said Do you believe in God can do anything? I said yes (that was what I had always been taught). Then he replied "Well can God make a rock too heavy for him to move?" I quickly without thought said "yes" He laughed and laughed at me. That question has always bothered me. I know it's a play on words but it has stuck with me. (Please don't take offense to this question. It's not meant to be offensive in any way) So that's gonna be my question to St. Peter. I just want to hear the answer from the source!
LOL, one of my questions is WHY DO WE HAVE TICKS? They're not even involved in the food chain, except as takers! Sorry, back to name topic.........