Allow me to explain:
After catching sight of a male friend's hairy legs (it's finally shorts season!), I overheard The Boy Child asking his sister if she thought our friend was turning into a monster.
It's moments like this that cause me to realize what the lack of testosterone living in our house has done to The Boy Child.
I was putting my makeup on and very intently looking in the mirror, when The Boy Child came to the door and asked "Momma, will you put batteries in these?"
Turning to see what toys he was referring to, I was greeted by this: