A friend of mine's two year old daughter was with me at the grocery store.
She pointed to an ambiguously dressed androgynous customer who was in line ahead of us.
She asked, in the hushed tones of a jet airplane, "HAS A VULVA? HAS A VULVA OR A PENIS?"
After I stuffed a wad of receipt tape in the cashier's mouth to stop her convulsions, I responded, "VOLVO! I am pretty sure has a Volvo!"