I explain to my six-year-old son that some boys feel like a girl. You can then go to the doctor to become a girl, if you really want to.
A few days later, after a breath of fresh air in the woods in the rain, my son stands in front of me. His hair wet, his face solemn. “Mommy, I’m going to the doctor. I really want to become a dog.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the January 7, 2023 newspaper
