As a special treat my partner and I took our kids to a trampoline park the other day. You know lots of interconnected trampolines and foam filled pits for doing tricks etc. in.
So we are jumping and a little boy, around 6 or 7yrs old, comes up to me (I'm jumping around with our kids. I used to do gymnastics and LOVE trampolines. Such fun!), scrutinises me for a second and asks "Are you a boy or a girl?" (As I'm in my daggiest tracksuit pants, flattest sports bra and no makeup I'm taking it as a compliment). I reply "I used to be a boy, but I'm a girl now". A second passes as he processes this then he says "OK. Do you want to watch me jump in to the foam pit?".
Pure acceptance.
Nothing like children for bringing you back to earth then lifting you as high as a kite again