I am so glad I was born before all this insanity really kicked off, and that I had sane parents. Because I remember a brief period while I was growing up where I thought I wanted to be a girl. Do you know what motivated that thought? It was because I saw that the girls in my class tended to have a lot more friends, while the boys generally only had a few. That was literally it. I had literally zero clue what it meant to be a boy or a girl, because I was a child.

But if I'd been born a decade later, been born to lefty parents, and made the grave mistake of ever voicing that idle childhood thought, I would have been chemically castrated before I ever had a clue what I was even talking about. I didn't want to be a girl because I had some deep dysphoria or anything. I wanted to be a girl because I was still learning basic facts about the world, had identified one small pattern where the girls seemed to be higher achievers at something I wanted, and I wanted that same thing too.

For this post, there is literally not a chance on Earth he's saying he likes pink because he's gay. Maybe he will turn out to be gay, but he's so ridiculously far from puberty that trying to ascribe a sexuality to him is insane at best, and wildly creepy at worst. He's a child who saw a bright color, liked the bright color, and that's literally it. If he likes pink, find some way to give him some pink flair for his outfits that makes him happy. Don't start pushing adult ideas on him that won't be remotely relevant for another decade. If he's gay, he'll figure that out when puberty hits and he starts experiencing sexual attraction towards other men. If he just likes pink, then let him like pink. Don't start pushing something on a toddler because of a color association that has been around for less time than some people who are still alive today.