Always, Always, Always Clarify...

Many important conversations occur between the Bug and the Pea from the backseat of our car. They climb in, buckle up, and often...if my prayer for a moment of peace and quiet has been answered by the Almighty...they forget I'm even there.
Yesterday, on a drive home, they were contemplating what "kind" of girls they were - when given three options. Would they describe themselves as Tomboys? Girly Girls? or Foxy Girls?
Silently, I kept driving.
The Bug piped up: I'm probably a Tomboy. I like sports and to run. In the olden days girls couldn't play sports like they do now, so they were Tomboys.
The Pea: And girls couldn't vote, and in the long time ago times, only boys could be in plays. Because of Elizabeth the First, she was a queen, ya know.
The Bug: So are you a Tomboy too?
The Pea: No
The Bug: A Girly Girl?
The Pea: No
The Bug: Then what are you?
The Pea: I'm a Foxy Girl!
Me: Oh, really? What IS a Foxy Girl?
The Pea: A girl who can run faster than a boy, vote and act in plays on stage!
(Moral of this story: Before you panic... always, always, always clarify!)

A few weeks ago, The Bug and The Pea were accompanying me to the grocery store. I told them to get on their flip-flops and load up in the car. I overhead the two conversing.
The Pea: I know how to get boys to like you!
The Bug: Be mean to them?
(A brief side note...I had earlier informed the girls that sometimes when a boy teases a girl, he does so because he likes her...)
The Pea: nope
Me: (Sweet merciful heavens, what is going to come out of her mouth?) How DO you get a boy to like you?
The Pea: BOOTS. Ya gotta wear boots.
And she proceeds to zip up her black knee length boots in the middle of July...
(Moral of the story: before you panic ... always, always, always clarify!)