Not my daughters?!

I am sorry Mrs .... but yes you can hear your daughters having a (at the top of their lungs) conversation with some of the other neighbourhood children describing in graphic detail their respective sicknesses.  Yes, in great detail.  They just don't get this quiet and decorum bit yet at all.  Oh brother, I ask you?  What will I do with them?  Swiss Finishing School, methinks.  Aren't girls supposed to be delicate and dainty - sugar and spice and all things nice?  Why do mine sound more like the opening 20 minutes of the first Shrek film?