It's interesting to have a seven-year-old boy. Ali is different than his sister was at this age. Less independent, but getting more so. I told him he had to clean up his room today, because tomorrow a lot of people are coming over. He fussed and moaned as he usually does. And then I came home this afternoon to a very neat, organized room. I asked Leila if she'd helped him, but she said she only moved one box. It's a miracle, I tell you, a Thanksgiving miracle!
A week or so ago, I had the two boys taking a bath together. "Are you sure Sami is a boy?" Ali asked me. "Yes." "How do you know?" "He has a penis." "You DON'T have a penis?" Ali asked me. He had just assumed girls had one, but in a different place!
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