There are times when Andrew likes to categorize things as a boy or a girl. He will go through family members, his toys, and pictures in books. I tried to confuse him by showing him a scene from La Cage aux Folles and The Crying Game, but I was afraid his little noggin' was going to burst.
This morning, Andrew had something to tell me.
"Daddy, daddy!" screamed Andrew. "I have something to tell you?"
"What do you want to tell me?" I asked.
"Andrew is a boy!" said Andrew.
"Yup," I agreed.
"And Emma is a girl," continued Andrew.
"Yes."
"Daddy a boy!"
"That's right."
"Mommy is a girl!"
"I hope so."
"Poppa is a boy."
"Mmhmm."
"Gaga is a...Gaga is a...what's Gaga?"
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