Most days that I come in contact with children - be it at work or on my own time - I find that children are getting away with more and more. A prime example is naming pets. When I was a kid - and yes, I am aware that this is going to sound like one of those infamous Grandpa's Tall Tales about, "The Good Ol' Days" - kids were allowed to name pets within reason. We were allowed to pick names like Fido, Princess, and Spike as long as they fit the pet. It was about finding their ideal name, factoring in personality traits and such. There was a method to it...somewhat. Nowadays? Things like this happen:
Client: Emma's not been feeling well lately, she's been going outside her litter box.
Dr. Paranoid: *comes in flipping through the patient's file* Hello, there. Hi, Emma...Oh, Emma's really a boy!
Client: *makes panicked ixnay Emma's an oybay motions*
Client's Young Daughter: Emma's a girl! If Emma were a boy, she'd have a boy name! Emma's a girl name, so she's a girl! *pouts*
Dr. Paranoid/Me: O_O;;
Client: She, uh, gets upset if you tell her the cat's male.
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