The other night, my son Andrew made a very funny comment at dinner. He stated quite directly that he wanted to be a girl. I am a very open-minded, progressive woman, but those words out of my four year old's mouth threw me for a loop.
I took a deep breath and asked him why. He explained that he like girls, especially ones who wore pretty clothes. "Oh", I said, "what kind of pretty clothes?" Andrew thought for a second as he explored his dinner plate with his fingers. It turns out that my son likes girls who wear clothes with flower patterns.