I wore my favourite pink shirt to our neighbourhood playground today. It’s a nice shirt and it goes with my skin colour and makes me look even more cute. I took Dad as well so he could play with me. There was a little girl there too, and her Mum was talking with Dad. Of course they were talking about me. The lady pointed to me and said “How old is she?”

Dad thought that was really funny. He told the lady that I am a boy even though I was wearing a pink shirt. She seemed a bit confused. I think whether you are a boy or girl depends on what you look like, not what your clothes look like.