on the playground

"What's your name?" ask the kids on the climbing bars, a girl and a boy just about his age.

He tells them his name. "That's a boy's name. You're a girl."

"I'm not a girl, I'm a boy."

"You're a girl, you have long hair."

"I'm a boy."

"And you're wearing a pink shirt and girl shoes."

"This is my Kirby shirt. Girls don't have to wear pink. Anybody can wear pink."

"How old are you?"

"I'm seven, how old are you?"

"I'm seven too, in first grade. Are you in first grade?"

"Homeschool. Let's go swing."


  1. I love the simplicity of children. Sometimes I wish they wouldn't grow up. We adults tend to complicate things.

  2. when i asked him later if it had bothered him, he was like, eh, they didn't know who Kirby is. :)

  3. Interesting to read it here. I heard just this week that in the past, pink was the boy's color while blue was the girl's one (a reference to Mary mother of Jesus's veil), but after Ssecond World War it was changed due to the use of pink in the inverted triangles to mark male homosexuals, people didn't want to spread such color association. =/

    I love how innocent children are.

    Thanks for sharing such lovely conversation.

    Kiss your cheeks. <3

  4. yes, i've read that too.
    it's all whacked. it was less of a big deal to him than to me!
    but i was struck by how young the kids were who were saying that. :(

  5. they really are. i have learned to listen and not assume.

  6. honesty always prevails. i love kids.


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