It’s very confusing nowadays to see boys looking like girls, with the long hair and pocketbooks and even earrings. I was sitting in a restaurant when a girl came in and turned to the person at the next table and said, “Isn’t it awful how boys look like girls these days?”
“That’s my son,” she said, pointing to the girl.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the mother.”
“I’m not,” the answer came indignantly. “I’m the father!”