My kids. I love them. They are similar to me. Same tantrums, same thought process, same mind makeup.

My son and my daughter, both are naughty and intelligent. They are the only people in this world who have complete authority over me and my possessions.

Seeing my daughter grow has removed all the misconceptions about girls. She is moody as hell. But in the end her love always returns to square one.

Girls are indeed different.