Ew, that boy and girl are hugging!

We’re in the car, driving home from school.

“Ewww, that boy and girl are hugging!”, says Master D, in the most disgusted manner.

“But you let me hug you,” I say in reply.

“Yeah, but you’re not a girl, you’re my mum.” he says.

Stifling the laughter, I say “But you let Miss S hug you.”

“yeah, but she’s not a girl, she’s just my sister.”

I give up, and laugh.