Sebastian, one of the assistant teachers from school, is coming to babysit this afternoon so that Dan & I can have some time to celebrate our anniversary. I was just in the bathroom, and in walks Quinton the crayon artist. "Mommy, is Sebastian a boy?" "What do you think, Quinton?" "Yes, he is." "That's right, he is." "Yeah, because he has a penis, NOT a pretend penis." Where have I gone wrong? He's like a little 3 year old male chauvinist. I quickly corrected the error in his thinking. And by the way, happy 8th anniversary of our marriage, my love.