Here I am, in their eyes. I am calling this, the Evolution of Woman.
The 9 year old's version
|I start out with big lips, big head, short skirt. I am holding a frying pan and, as usual,|
I am in the kitchen, or as I like to call it, my cubicle.
The 5 year old's version
|I have a penis and my own broccoli tree.|
Kid's a genius.