Excuse me, but...

This post is for the guy who walked up to Mommy and I a few hours ago in Target, smiled down at me warmly, and said to Mommy, "That's a cute little fella."

Heelllloooo? I'm aware that I was wearing my blue "Future Quarterback" onesie at the time; I'm sure I'll spend thousands of dollars twenty years from now telling some overpriced shrink about how Mommy and Daddy caused me first-year gender confusion. And sure, I'm still more or less bald. But please -- little fella? How about these eyelashes, man? Come on! I'm ALL GIRL!