"Are you a boy, or a girl?" Mom, sitting across the aisle was mortified. I just answered the question. "Well, I was hoping the sparkly pink earrings would give it away, and I know I don't have hair, but I really am a girl."
"Why don't you have hair?"
"I'm taking some medication, and it made my hair fall out, but it will be back."
She then eyed my pink walker, which I also assumed would be a clue to my gender, and we won't even mention that I do actually still have breasts...and asked, "And what is that for?"
Now, her mom is just shaking her head in resignation, at least happy that I am not taking offense at her inquisitive little darling. "Sometimes the medicine I take makes me really tired, and I need to use this to help me to walk so I don't fall down."
And with her curiosity sated, she returned to mom who gave me a mouthed "Thank you."
Listen, I figured if she was that curious, I just had to be up front with her. But that's another by-product of never having had children; you tend to just treat them like adults. I think they like it quite a bit, too.
That's a shot of my little Dwarf Shaman flying past the Twilight Hightlands at sunset. Pretty!