"Linda you keep claiming to be my son, but I don't see it. You look like a lovely girl, one who is bound have a loving husband and a lot of children at some future time. For now, you just have to do well in school. The rest will come in its own time."
With that, Mom took her eyes off the road for a split second and gave me that look that said I'd better not make an issue of it. I shut up.