"Is that your book?" I inquired.
"Yes," he replied.
Briefly mulling over the matter, I suggested, "It is a bit girlie, don't you think?"
His precocious pre-adolescent mind had apparently already dissected my argument before I had even presented it. "Some books aren't just for girls, Dad," he stated. "Boys can read them, too."
"Uh-huh," I conceded. "What's the title of that book?"
Nate, lowered his eyes and scanned the front cover. Then, after a pause of comedic perfection, he answered:
"Ballet Kitty"

I laughed hard, and informed him that this story will be going on our blog.