You look like a man, mama

It has become increasingly apparent that Layla is getting the concept of gender better and better.  Much to my chagrin, we've had two incidents where this has had the potential to be embarrassing.

The first was following a trip to the zoo, more specifically, the petting zoo portion of it.  There was a rather burly looking woman working it.  Thankfully, Layla didn't say anything at the time.  However, that night while telling daddy about her day, she spoke of the "man-woman" who let her into pet the goats.

Tonight I decided to take them and the dog for a bike ride in the rain.  When I put on Mike's Illinois windbreaker, Layla informed me that I look like a man.

Now you decide to get gender?  Thanks, kid.