That's insulting

At the moment I'm thinking back to the time when my sister was four or five years old and she was angry at my father. She was positively livid, on the edge of throwing a tantrum and she puffed up her chest, screwed up her face and started yelling

"Oh dad, you're such...

you're such a...

you're such a...

GUY!"

Because, you know, neither you nor I would ever want to be called a guy.

She's staying over at my apartment tonight. Shenanigans have already ensued.

Now they've stopped. I've tired her out for once.