Girls
Clearly, a "non-weird" girl
Boy: I don’t like that girl, and she just looked at me.
Mom: Do you know her?
Boy: No. I just don’t like her.
Mom: How do you know you don’t like her if you don’t know her?
Boy: She has weird hair. And she’s wearing a funny dress.
Mom turns around to look at the girl again. She is a very cute little girl with blond hair and a purple dress. Nothing at all jumps out as “weird”.
Mom: I think she looks very nice. What about that boy over there, do you like him?
Boy: Sure, I guess so.
Mom: But you don’t know him, why do you like him and not her?
Boy sighs and rolls eyes
Boy: She’s a GIRL
Mom (laughing): But you like girls. Some of your best friends are girls.
Boy: Yeah, but they’re *my* girls.
Mom: *Your* girls?
Boy: Yeah, you know, Izzy-and-Maddy-and-Abby-and-Sophia-and-Jocelyn-and-Claire-and-Maggie-and-Grace-and-Elisa. They’re my girls.
Mom: So the girls in your class are *your* girls. What about the girls in your new class? Will they be your girls?
Boy: Well, yeah, because then I’ll know them.
Mom: And that girl you met yesterday on the playground? You played with her…
Boy: Yes, but I met her, and then I knew her, and she wasn’t weird.
Mom: So, let me make sure I understand. If you know them, they’re yours, if you don’t they’re weird.
Boy: Yep, that’s it.
As the curtain closes, the mom walks with her son to the checkout wondering how long it will be before she starts hearing about cooties.
