J was observing our neighbor walk to her house from her car while we worked in the yard. She told us, "Hers is a boy."
B mumbled back something to effect that our neighbor is a woman but prefers to wear her hair short and boy clothes.
J said, "She lives with her sister." (J is now alternating between the wrong and correct pronoun. It's a little bittersweet for me to see that disappear.)
B: "Uhhh..... that's not her sister..."
Our neighborhood attracts a lot of artist types. She's going to learn about non-traditional lifestyles earlier than we did!