I think it's super fun to mess with and question the newly forming perceptions of gender that children are developing. I've learned that despite their short time on this earth, they have extremely strict ideas about what a man looks like and what a woman looks like.
Most stories about children and my gender are a boring story like this:
Child: Are you a boy or a girl?
And then they either they are totally freaked out and walk away or they venture a guess. Usually girl. Because actualllllllly, they do know my gender, they just are confused by my aesthetic choices.
Anyhow, this my favorite child confusion story. It happened when I was at a big marching band festival in Boston, Massachusettes called Honk! I was there with the radical marching band I play sax with and a kid (Oscar) of one of the low brass players was there with us. Some people enjoy entertaining Oscar and got him into pretending he was a Zombie. Our interaction went like this:
Oscar: Rwarrr, I'm a Zombie who eats brains!!
Me: I'm so scared, don't eat my brains! (Ugh, I never know how to play with kids)
Oscar: But don't worry, I only eat girl brains!
And that's how I still have my brains today. Look how happy I am about that.