This deserves the shame of becoming a copy pasta.

In 2014, my son started to ask for the popular sandwich known as "peanut butter and jelly." Later that year, my wife and I decided to get said sandwich for him, and he loved it. He constantly showed us its partially eaten and decaying state.

Little did we know, this seemingly innocent sandwich was a gateway drug to cross-sex hormones, wrong-gender pronouns, and a replaced name.

What awful parents. “My kid used imagination and discovered creativity and it ruined how WE wanted them to live their life”

Yeah, that’s parenting.

You make a kid and every parent on earth will tell you they’re born with their own unique personality. But as soon as it’s not something you want it’s something or someone else’s fault and it’s wrong.