Sunday morning 6am. Insistent 4yr old's clamoring for a bagel was finally brought to heel by a run down the block to the local caffeinery.
On the way back home, in our elevator we encountered another one of our building's denizens. A nigh elderly woman who lives on the fourth floor with her twin sister and their brother. All are overweight, sport the same short hairstyle and use a cane as a walking assistance implement.
The four year old inquires loudly "Is that a boy or a girl?"