So, with four nonbinary young adults in my immediate circle, Miles has been a bit… delayed in his inquiries about gender. His use of pronouns tends to be kind of vague and all over the place, and I haven’t been correcting him much because he wasn’t quite to where he could really digest the fairly complex answer to the question, “What does it mean to be a boy or a girl.”
Well, today he asked specifically if his cousin was a girl.
“Yes,” I answered. “She is.”
“I’m a boy,” he said.
“Yes, you are. Do you know what your daddy is?”
“Is she a boy?” he asked.
“He’s a boy. And I’m a girl, kind of.”
“Is Kailea a boy?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“Is Kailea a girl?” he asked.
“Not exactly,” I said.
He thought about that for a moment. “Is Kailea a KIDDO?”
I blinked, and blinked again, and said, “Sure!”
