My son.... is a chauvinist. Or well on his way to being a chauvinist anyway. I offer you a script of our conversation over breakfast.
David: Is there just the one doctor in that office?
Me: No, there are two. The other is a psychologist/therapist.
David: Do y'all ever see him?
Me: No, and the other doctor is a her, not a him.
David: Oh. But, if she's a girl, wouldn't she be a nurse?
Go on. Yell. Lecture. Bemoan my horrible parenting. Feminists everywhere winced in pain at those words.
My saving grace?
I did correct him. I promise.