New girl in my Sunday school class: Are you a girl?
Me: No, but people used to think I was a girl.
Girl: Oh. Is that why the other teacher called you (deadname)?
Me: Yes, that’s my old name I used before I told people I’m not a girl. But I haven’t used my new name forever so sometimes (other teacher) forgets.
Girl: Okay. I’ll remember to use your new name! *bounces over to the toy cars*
Me: I want you to start calling me Mx instead of Miss. Okay?
Little boy: Okay. *violently stabs crayon into paper* Mx Roman, I broked the crayon.
Me: That’s probably because you stabbed the paper with it, buddy.
3 y/o : Are you a boy or a girl?
Me: Sometimes I’m a boy. Sometimes I’m not a boy or a girl.
3 y/o: *proudly puffs out chest* I’m a girl all the time.
Me: Good for you, kiddo.
3 y/o: I know.