Pancakes and gender talk

As I was walking from the Methodist Church to the Baptist Church yesterday, my phone pinged to let me know someone had messaged me; when I got to the Baptist church and was waiting for Sunday School to be over, I checked the message.  My  oldest granddaughter was going to come and visit, which she does faithfully about once a month.

We had leftover potato soup in the refrigerator, plenty for the two of us but probably not enough for more.  No worries, because Amber usually visits with the hope I'll make pancakes.  A lot of times her mom, our ex-daughter-in-law, comes with her; she likes pancakes too.  Also, when the two of them show up, grandson next door and his girlfriend often join the fun.  

Amber and her mom arrived while Cliff was picking me up at the Baptist church, and I asked if they wanted pancakes and sausage.  As always, they were ready for a noon breakfast; I got sausage out of the freezer and gave it three minutes in the microwave on the "defrost" setting, then got it cooking and mixed up the pancake batter.  While the pancakes were coming out of the pan, grandson and significant other came over; GF had made breakfast, so they didn't need any pancakes.

As it happened, though, there was some of the batter left after the others were done, so grandson decided he'd grab the last piece of sausage and have a pancake.  He ended up eating two.  Ha!  Then he and GF each had a snickerdoodle or two.

The pancakes were not the highlight of the day, though.  We got to discussing all the ins and outs of sexuality these days and had some hilarious debates going on.  Cliff and I are the old fogies; the younger ones have various thoughts about all the genders.  My point to them is that I understand "gay" and realize gays need to be accepted as people.  But I'm way too old to try and understand trans, non-binary, and gender-neutral; Cliff and I have trouble finding the way from the bedroom to the living room sometimes, and I am not going to start calling someone I know "them" or "he" if I know the person as a female with babies.  I don't need any new terms to memorize.

Nobody got mad, we just all tried to explain ourselves to one another, and it ended up being the funniest (and loudest) conversation I've heard lately.  Before it ended, the grandchildren were wanting to take Cliff to a bar to see some drag queens!  As you might imagine, he got pretty vocal about things then, but our laughter drowned him out completely.  

I hope this post doesn't offend anyone, but it was SO funny, and every single kind of gender you've ever heard about was defended by someone in the group.  I haven't had so much fun in ages.