“Mom! I was leaving the bathroom and someone working there asked me if I used the wrong bathroom.” “What? What are you talking about? ” I inquired of my 8-year-old, who’d just returned to us after using a public bathroom in a market in New York City. “I was leaving the boys’ bathroom and someone stopped and asked if I used the wrong bathroom! So I told her, ‘No, I’m a boy!’” I felt my “mama bearness” rise as I started to understand what had occurred. My son, whom we’ll call Z, is a beautifully