Are we speaking the same language?

Yesterday, Damien was pouting about having to do homework before dinner. I was busy picking up the five hundred books that Cali had ripped off the bookshelf and strewn around the dining room.

Damien: Uhhh, why do I have to dooooooooo this? This is the worst day of my life!

Me: Oh I'm sure it is....stop being so dramatic, I get enough of that from the girls (I'm very sympathetic, no?)

D: YOU sound like a girl!

Me: *snort* that's good, considering I AM a girl

D: I know that! What do you think I am, A HIPPIE??


What the hell ever son.