It's Saturday morning, I'm out in the backyard, pushing the children in their swings, and the following conversation takes place:
Son - Mom, can you push me faster?
Mom - Sure (and gives another push).
Son - I want to go higher Mommy, and flip out of my swing.
Mom - Oh, that would be very dangerous....
Son - OK!
I guess I'm just not meant to understand, being a girl and all. I looked at my husband, who grinned right back at me with a "That's my boy!" look on his face.