I want to be....

Last night, after getting home from picking up Isabella, she walks into the living where I'm at says, "Mom, I want to be a boy." I sincerely told her she couldn't be a boy. She broke down. She cried and hugged me and said, "but mommy, I want to be a boy, let me be a boy, please, please, please." I was trying to hold in my laughter, but didn't do so well. She was just upset as can be that she couldn't be a boy. I told her if she was a boy, then she wouldn't be able to be daddy's little princess. It didn't matter to her. She still just wanted to be a boy.

IF she was a boy, she would still have no name. I don't have any names for a boy picked out, well I did, but my cousin used it long ago. So, she would still be nameless little boy.