During a family outing in the car, Benjamin spies a truck and informs us that a man is driving it. I did my politically-correct duty and pointed out that it could be a woman, we don’t know for sure.

“No, Mama. Man driving truck,” he repeats.

“Benjamin, you’re sounding like a chauvinist pig!” I say.

Jonathan exclaims, “Don’t call my son a chauvinist pig.... He’s a chauvinist piglet!”