In Which Casey Subtley Points Out Her Mother's Sexist Thinking

Last evening Casey and I were driving home after school when Casey noticed an ornate church.

"Momma, that looks like a castle."

"Oh, Casey, that does look like a castle! Do you think a King lives there?"

"Mmhmmmm..."

"I wonder what kind of King he is. Is he a good king, or a bad king?

"He's a woman!"