Are gender behaviours pre-programmed in the DNA?
I birthed two children with the Y chromosome.
My older son, Dances with Shrapnel, was still in diapers,
but loved to show off his linguistic (s)kills.
He saw a caterpillar outside during our walk, and
stomped it with great enthusiasm and emphasis.
He pointed matter of factly to it, and said “Dead”.
Not bug or caterpillar. Dead.
The younger, Ass Burger Boy, not so much.
We’re in the garden. He finds a worm.
He holds it, looking at it in wonder.
Whispers: “This is my worm.”
Then excitedly: “I have a pet!”
Adorable.
Mom explains the worm will die out of its habitat, because
it is one of God’s wild creatures.
Mom also assures him that he can come outside Every. Single.
Day. and visit his worm.
Dances with Shrapnel would never have fallen for that one.
His worm would be so dead.
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