6-year old: Mommy, why is that man dressed like a lady?
Mother: That is a lady. She was just born with the wrong body.
6-year old: How did that happen?
Mother: Nobody really knows. But she's working to fix it, and that's what's important.
6-year old: Okay! *runs up to obviously self-conscious woman*
6-year old: Hey! Miss!
6-year old: You look really pretty in your skirt!
Lady: Thank you!
*Kid skips back to her mom, and literally everyone in the vicinity smiles*
I'd just like to point out that it wasn't hard to explain this to a child at all...... Next excuse please?
*being sassy because I didn't want to go to bed when I was told*
Daddy: Your sass is not working for you right now...
Me: It's not sass..it's confidence! I thought you want me to be confident?
Daddy: It's sass...and it means I'm going to tan that ass.
Me: Hehe that rhymed! You say my sass will get me a tanned ass but Daddy, alas, I will be too fast!
Daddy: Poetry is funny...but NO.
Me: You say no, but I say gooo. You'll be too slow!
Daddy: You're testing my patience....
Me: Well that makes no sense, I think you're on the fence. ..... There's not much that rhymes with patience..
Daddy: Although you're quite enjoying your rhyme.... I'm of firm belief that it's time, that it's time to stop your sass, or else I'll tan your ass - though it seems funny in your head - your cute little soon-to-be-tanned ass should be in bed.
Me: Oh but it is funny, not just in my head. I think your sense of humour is dead. Daddy don't you see, this is too much fun for me. I can't go to bed, no not yet - I have a whole list of rhymes you have not met.
Daddy: Dead sense of humor you say? Then My sweet darling mitten, we have a game to play. It's called, how severe can we spank mittens ass. For continuing her increasing, disturbing levels of sass. Though she thinks her rhyming is quite amusing, she's going to find her tight little buttcheeks due for some abusing. She'll end up screaming loudly to stop, as each stroke of her brush leaves with a loud POP. Now all of this being said, it's 1 am... My mitten should be in bed.
Me: I am in bed, just as you said.
*I know when it's time to listen to Daddy!*