A few weeks ago Gilly and I were grocery shopping. She likes to hold things while we're shopping, and this time I let her carry a coconut. It can be a dramatic scene when it comes time to take the item away and have it scanned, so I normally wait until the last second and hand it back to her after it is scanned.
This time, the cashier noticed Gilly clinging to the coconut and she asked "does he think it's a ball?"
People frequently think Gilly is a boy, and sometimes I don't bother correcting them. It doesn't bother Gilly (yet), and it certainly doesn't bother me, so I just nodded and said "I think so."
She replied with a smile, "he's all boy!"