Nate: (from the shower) Mom! I need the boy shampoo! (this is the shampoo which smells like boy and not like flowers)
Me: Are you planning on running into any girls tomorrow that you'll be trying to impress?
Nate: No. (10 second of silence as he put "girl" shampoo on his hand)
Nate: (looking up at me earnestly) Well, maybe.