Deconstructing Gender at 2 1/2

I said “honey, I have to go to the potty now.” And you asked “Can I come too.” And I said “sure.” And we walked, together, to the yellow bathroom, the one down the hall from your bathroom. And you said “What’s that?” And I replied “my pee pee.” And you inquired “You have a boy pee pee?” And I said “yes.” Then you asked “I have a boy pee pee?” And I answered “no, you have a girl pee pee.” Then I said “Honey, please move back a little, it makes me nervous when you stand so close to the potty.” And you took exactly, precisely, one little-girl step backwards, and then declared “Mommy, has a girl pee pee?” And I replied “yes, mommy has a girl pee pee, just like you.” And then you said “I have a boy pee pee.” And I answered “no silly, you have a girl pee pee.” Then you said “And mommy has a girl pee pee.” and I said “yes.” And you looked and smiled and asked “all done?” And I said “yes” And you inquired “can I flush it?” And I said “yes.” And you exclaimed “good job, daddy”, and clapped your hands. And then, ever so tenderly, you took my index finger in your hand, and we walked together, down the hall to your room.