[Nashir squints at him, confused, and quietly points out,] Boys can't be mothers. You have to be a girl for that, and girls are short.

[That last bit may be him projecting. His mom is way shorter than his dad, though, so there. Proof.]

I wish we could order food like that back home so Ummi didn't have to cook every night. Sometimes Baba cooks but it's not very good, and he burns things a lot.