A & M are coming over with their baby daughter, H, and their boy, B, who's Lucy's age and someone she plays comfortably with.
Me: We have visitors coming over. You need to put on some clothes. No nude-ness when we have guests.
Lu: No. Pants off is fine.
Me: No. You can wear trousers or you can wear a dress. What's it to be?
Lu: Hmm, a dress. B likes to see me in a dress.
How? What? Where? WTF? I'm not sure B can even say dress. I've never said anything like that; I don't know a woman who would. I don't know a man who'd hold a preference (or at least speak it in those terms). It sounds like bad dialogue from a soap - 'girl talk' to establish 'character'. But we don't watch that kind of thing.
I thought the enemy was at the gates but it turns out we've been infiltrated.
I am quietly freaking out and switched into remedial feminist indoctrination mode. And casting suspicious looks at everyone.