Now before any of you start up, I'm not girl-bashing today. Anyone who has experienced the world of the girl knows there is quite the difference between the XX and XY chromosome-enhanced children.

When Prince No. 1 was a preteen, I drove him and five girls somewhere. The girls sang songs from "Wicked," the girls in the front seat texted the girls in the back seat, and they all squealed in a pitch that would make a grown man sterile. I have yet to recover.

And it's not just me. Here are some other Queen's stories.

From Queen Hillary:
This conversation with my genius son sums up why my friends who have little girls just don't understand why boys are so much different in their thinking and, apparently, their abilities.

Me: So, now, can you tell me what you did today that might have been a bad choice?
Tyler: I pee-peed in the garage and shot pieces of pretzel out of my nose all over your floor.

Enough said.