The seven-year-olds, Janus, Slash and Flea, nearly ran Ozzie over one day, while chasing each other around, arguing about something. Flea was crying, Janus and Slash were taunting her.
Ozzie intervenes, "Boys, stop it! Flea, what's wrong?"
Flea sniffles and looks up, "They made a club just for boys, but they said I can't be in it!"
Ozzie replies, "You're a girl, deal with it."
"No! I wanna be a boy!" She begins crying harder.
"You're a girl!" Janus taunted, sticking out his tongue.
"I'm a boy and I'll prove it!" Of course when she said, "prove it," she meant by actions. Slash challenged her to a fight. For a good portion of the fight they were evenly matched. Flea eventually got the upper hand, as endurance was her strong point, and she finally knocked Slash down flat on his back.
"See, I told you!" She taunted, flexing her arm muscle.
"Alright, Flea beat you. Can she be a boy now?" Ozzie, not being one for parenting skills, posed.
"Fine, you're a boy now, happy?" Janus spat back, helping Slash back to his feet. With her arms crossed over her chest, she sighed and said, "Yes."