So, my kid will turn 11 soon, and we decided to take her on a trip for her birthday. Mr Smith has a conference in Denver this week, and we flew in last night (her first plane flight). We're waiting in line at the car rental place and in walks a she-male, dressed for work or party or whatever. It has huge hair with ribbons in it, long black gloves, short skirt, tight tank-top, tons of bling and black fishnet hose.
You should have seen my kid's face. She was like...
. Finally, she whispers, "Mom, I can't tell if that's a boy or girl." Mr Smith just HAS to say, "It's a guy."
Well, I guess, Happy Birthday, kiddo...or whatever. I suppose it could have been worse...