Yes, That’s My Daughter And She Has Short Hair. No, She’s Not A Boy. Leave Her Alone
And then she’d say, “No, really,” and I’d say, “No, really, a baby. I don’t know the gender. I didn’t find out,” and then I’d walk away, wondering what it is about knowing a baby’s gender that puts folks in such a tizzy and why it’s ever OK to walk up to a stranger who’s out and about minding her own business and ask questions about her body.