I went shopping for a while after school today (found nothing but that is besides the point) so I picked up the kids and decided to stop at Sonic to get them something to eat since we have church tonight and the Harding chorus is singing. (wow was that the longest sentence ever) So I asked Kyle if he wanted a grilled cheese, corn dog or chicken strips. He said "a grilled cheese". Then he thinks about for a minute and he says "actually I want a boy cheese". I guess he thought I have been saying girl cheese for all this time.