Everyone in South Africa constantly mistake Ben for a girl. I think it has something to do with his floppy mop top but at the same time, he's usually wearing blue or firetrucks and really? Oh well, it doesn't bother me and it certainly doesn't bother him. Speaking of girls, Patricia, our housekeeper, keeps telling me I "need a girl". She says "I had 5 boys, and then I got my girl". Well, Patricia, sorry but that does not seem like a particularly stellar plan. I am absolutely and 100% beyond blessed with my two guys and, frankly, 3 + kids is way above my pay grade. Sure, who wouldn't want a daughter but we have about all the happy chaos we can handle at the moment. Or ever. So, thanks but no thanks.