Dumb ole boys.

Yesterday, Charlie wanted Lucy to preen his head. (Yeah, Jack, after what I've been through.)

He would say "Sweetie Boy" then bow his head toward her for preening.

Lucy would have nothing to do with him.

"Charlie," I said, "you might be more successful if you said 'Sweetie Girl' when you do that."

And he did.

Not that he was more successful. Can't teach the boy timing.