My four year old is at the age where he's starting to identify less with his mom and more with his dad...I'm glad about this. I wouldn't want a sissy son. :) Anyway, yesterday before worship started he had to go potty and our bathrooms at church are one-seaters, so the men's was full and he needed to go right then and I needed to get to church, so I insisted he go in the women's. He cried and carried on, wailing, "I'm not a girrrrrlllll!!! I don't want to be in the girls' bathroom!!! WAHHHHH!" It took all my composure not to crack up into hysterics. On the one hand, I'm sure glad we've got that gender issue figured out.
Then, he sees older brother's Red Rider B.B. gun (of, "You'll shoot your eye out" fame) and says, "Daddy, I want to take that gun and go shoot an ELK!"
So dad's proud of his young son, our manly little he-man.