Overheard from the carseat when they were informed we were headed to Casey's house to play:
Shep: I don't want to go to a girl's house! I want to go to a boy's house! And play with boy toys! Not girl toys!
Eva Rose: Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry. Maybe next time you can go to a boy's house.
Shep: No! I don't want to go next time! I want to go to a boy's house now!
Eva Rose: Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. Oh, Shepherd! Casey's daddy lives there and he is a boy!
Shep: No! I don't want daddies! I want other little boys!
Eva Rose: Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry. I am just so sorry sweetie! Poor baby.
Now the boy had been such a bratty little pill just prior to this that it inspired me to place a Mommy SOS to Casey's mom Christy, because the thought of spending the afternoon listening to him whine was going to push me over the edge. She invited us over for distraction. So his attitude about going to Casey's - who has a plethora of androgynous toys - was not met with any honeys or sweeties from me at all. Nope. He got no love and patience from his mother, who was busy ignoring him while she drove with a very irritated look on her face. He had to turn to his three year old sister for simpatico.