Really there should be a gender reveal party, but like, a real one, when someone comes out as trans. Where someone's actual gender is revealed, not their possession of a particular canonical set of standard-issue genitalia. Cause that's what people are really asking when they look at your stroller and say "Oh, how cute, boy or girl?"

What they mean is, "Does your infant have a vulva or a penis? This is clearly information I am entitled to, and it is in no way utterly creepy that I'm asking."

If my kids had been that small when I was momming them, I would have answered "I dunno yet, but if you'll scan the QR code on the stroller side, I'll add you to the email list to inform you when they tell me, okay?"

Only the QR code goes to a website at the domain "nunyafugginbizness.org". Which has, in large friendly letters, "Nunya Fuggin Bizness."

And then a list of therapists local to you who specialise in helping people with weird sex hangups. Like asking someone about their infant's genitals.