This morning I woke up with a case of bed head for the ages. It was spectacular.
When my son came downstairs and saw me, he simply said, "Good morning, Mommy. May I have breakfast?"
The first thing my daughters said to me this morning? "Whoa! Mom! What happened to your hair?!" And "Wow, Mom! You might want to run a comb through that."
And that, in a nutshell, covers the difference between sons and daughters.