Here's the set up: Family is eating dinner. Me. Wife Holly. Daughter Jo. Son Tru.
Daughter Jo is 12 and in middle school.
Son Tru is 10 and in 4th grade.
OK, so we're discussing Jo's friends... the drama of "who likes who"... and I turn and ask Jo, "Hey, what happened to that boy who had a crush on you a couple of years ago?"
Jo chews pasta and, with mouth full, explains, "Oh, she's in love with some other dude."
I nod, trying to process.
Jo grabs a piece of bread, continues...
"So, back in 5th grade he liked me... but I didn't feel the same way... and so, y'know, I told him that and it was no big deal. Then after the summer, in 6th grade... I guess he realized he was gay and even sorta realized he was "gender fluid" and so at the moment she's going by the name XXXXX and has a thing for XXXXX."
I smile ("gender fluid" being a new term for me), but before I can say anything, my son - who has been listening to all this - raises a finger and says, "Hey, I got a question..."
"Can I have some more juice?"
Six words. Exactly the same number of syllables.
And the translation... "Nothing to see here."
The adult world may be all Vanity Fair covers, dawn-to-dark media coverage and reality shows to follow ubiquitous other reality shows, but the next generation... those who will inherit this big blue ball... they are so over this being even the slightest been controversial.