My almost 7 year-old daughter Molly decided that she wanted to try juggling and used her allowance to buy two bean-bag type juggling balls.
The following things that came out of her mouth just made me crack up and realize that they would have been even funnier coming out of a boy's mouth (my parenthetical thought bubbles follow).
In the car: "Daddy, my balls dropped." (It's about time)
A minute later: "Daddy, I can't reach my balls." (Just wait til you get to be my age)
Later that day: "Daddy, I like playing with my balls." (You sure you're not a boy?)
A few minutes later: "Daddy, I want to name my balls." (Again, you sure you're not a boy?)
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