im glad iam a boy.

iam glad iam a boy, said Trenton today as he was waiting in my office for his grandmother to get off work, she is a co-worker, really iam her boss. any way on fridays he come over after school. school gets out at12noon on fridays. another co-worker picks him up from the elementary school, because grandma is working at the middle school across campus.
trenten has become very comfortable with all the ladies that work in the cafeteria. I have know him from day one, now he is in 1st grd. The ladies give him cookies, milk, juice, gummy bears, or any other food item that they have saved for him. He now ask for the food item that he wants, and will take most anything if want he has asked for is not available.
today he wanted m&m cookie and juice, sorry only cho-chip or coconut cookies today, fine with a long sigh.
Iam glad iam boy, oh? i say and why is that? that way i dont have to get my tummy cut open. really? and why do girls have to get their tummies cut open? i ask, now turning from the computer and looking at him setting in the other office chair, oh you know, to have babies and stuff like that. oh, I say again with a little relief, ya it would be lucky to be a boy, ya he repeats, and than, says really, iam just lucky any way.