Not sharpest knife in drawer
This is useful, as an illustration of the broken thinking that got us here.
Hello? Anybody home? Children age 3 say a lot of things that are not purely factual/accurate. Children age 3 are not the first people we turn to when evaluating truth claims. Children age 3 are not aware of a sharp distinction between fantasy and reality. Children age 3 enjoy pretending to be a range of things: animals, toys, shrubbery, monsters, dragons, adventurers, cartoon characters and the like.
If your boy age 15 tells you he’s a girl there’s an issue. If your boy age 3 tells you he’s a girl you nod absent-mindedly and get on with your day.
“Thought” he was a boy? Didn’t you know?
No, we can’t know what sex a child is until they tell us, upon which we toss out the whole notion of sex and rely on their innate wisdom. Children are magical beings who come into this world trailing clouds of gender. Like the soul, the amorphous gender is what defines us as individuals. We learn more from our children than they learn from us… and blah blah and so forth in the same style.
So whoever “assigned” the infant as male must have made a mistake. Too bad the child had to wait until until they were three to discover and articulate it. What a traumatic infancy!
Seriously though, these people are more than complicit in their child’s wishes, they have to be actively promoting the ideology. A hell of a thing to put a kid through, I mean did they explain the possible unpropitious implications to the child? Was there any thought at all? Fine if the child has reached some age of consent or other, but three? I think it’s depravity in the extreme.
I guess my son really was an elephant, then? Was I wrong to treat it as a game, and not raise him on a diet of peanuts? I should have rented him out to circuses and zoos.
Peanuts??? You mean bales of hay!
Thanks for the correction. I would have definitely done it wrong! I guess I should have found a surgeon who would elongate his nose and increase the size of his ears? After all, if he wasn’t allowed to be an elephant, and people accept him as an elephant, he might kill himself! (He didn’t.)
Lordy what a headache it would have been. You would have needed a whole new building! And a shovel, and a wheelbarrow, and some way of disposing of the barrow-loads of dung without getting a massive fine from the local government every few days.
Ah. Like the elephantoplasty in the Monty Python skit. In that the recipient of the operation appeared to be annoyed by the result.