Boy, oh boy!

I recently had to run an errand to get some make-up.  Chris and I decided to "divide and conquer" so Warren was stuck coming with me, while Harper went home with Chris.  Warren and I walked into Ulta and headed to the brand I needed.  Warren took several looks around and stopped.  He got a very confused look on his face and said to me "Mom, I'm the only man in here."  Trying to keep a straight face, I bent down and said "Warren, there aren't any men in here.  You're an 8 year old boy."  And, in the sweetest and most sincerely honest voice, he replied "Um, mom...I'm not a boy.  I have a hair on my chest."  Boy, oh boy!