Me: How was school today?
Rockstar: It was good <smiling>
Me: Played with X, Y, Z?
Rockstar: <smiling> Yeeah. But Z wasn’t there today. W got pushed. He cried.
Me: So… <cautiously> You like school.
Rockstar: NO! There. Are. Girls. There. Girls! STILL!! Tsk!
<Theatrical Dismayed Expression And Angsty Head-Shaking (yes, really)>
Me: But… You like S. She’s a girl in your school?
Rockstar: Not really.
Me: (<thinking> Oh no. And I was so happy he was finally starting to not hate girls so much.) But… S is a girl’s name.
Rockstar: She’s a boy.
Me: ???? No way S is a boy’s name.
Rockstar: She doesn’t get much angry. Girls get much angry. S is a boy.
<pause> Also Q.
Me: Uh… Q like your fish? (It’s a more unusual girl’s name. I was wondering how he came up with it for the Firemouth Cichlid he reeled in on my iPhone a few days ago.)
Rockstar: Yeeah.
(Oh wow. My son named one of his virtual pet fish after some girl in school. In some cultures they’d be married by now.)
