One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school.

She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat. “What did you do today?” I asked.

She couldn’t wait to tell me. “We learned that boys are different from girls!” she chirped. Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see the top of her head.

“My teacher told us that boys have a thing and girls don’t,” she added.

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