I'm putting Nolie down tonight, and she's all quiet like she's getting ready to nod off. Then she says, "Mama? No boys like me."
"No boys like me. Those boys won't play with me."
"Well, Owen loves you. And Neal. And Daddy," I lamely add.
"Yes, that's true. But no MEAN boys like me. They won't play with me."
"Oh," I say. "You don't have to play with them, then. You just play with the girls you like, okay?"
And off to sleep she goes.
Those stupid mean boys.
All readers who have boys: your boys are excluded, of course. They're not mean. So go easy in the comments.