A small child will put on whatever shoes are lying around. My 3-year-old doesn’t care if the shoes are mine or a boy’s. Not being insane, I don’t say, “Ooh, she’s really a boy!” when I see her in a brother’s shoes. I say, “Come get your filthy shoes away from Kathleen - she’s making a mess on the sofa.”
my daughter in law’s sister tried her continuous best to make my grandson a girl
she is a childless spinster now and may have given up trying to convert what is undeniably a strong boy
like a worker bee that has no kids of her own, she lavishes her attention on the only way she has of transmitting her genetic data forward