Max has developed this habit, because he's Max, and because he's 15 and full of...mischief. He's taken to calling people women. Actually, the exact quote would be "you're a WOMAN!" He pulls that gem out when someone forgets something, or fails at something, or is a brother in his presence. It's charming. When he says it to me, I say mildly, "Yes, I am. And YOU'RE WELCOME. You know. FOR LIFE." He is undeterred.
This morning, for some reason, he called Clay a woman.
"Whoa," I said, "I can tell you, with SOME AUTHORITY that your father is not a woman."
"OH EW, GROSS MOM," Max replied, rolling his eyes.
"What? I just meant that he's fixed my car before."
Max just shook his head.
"Huh," said Clay, "is that what you call it?"
And then there was bedlam.
I just love that man.