“See, I told you,” a very young girl said, just down the aisle from me in Target.
“I was right. That’s a girl.”
I was pleased that they ended up with the right answer.
I wasn’t so pleased the discussion happened.
Now, having walked by the two little girls and their mother when I walked in the store, but not being privy to the conversation before that, I can’t be sure it was me they were talking about.
But being one of those oversensitive trannys, well, the assumption makes sense.
Kids don’t make assumptions as easily as adults do. They study people around them with open eyes, not expectations.
I guess I just have to be satisfied that she made her judgement for my gender, and not my birth sex.