I work with 4 year olds.
They don’t know if they want chicken for lunch - let alone that it’s the same animal as the cartoon chicken on the wall.
One day they best pal is Matt and the next it’s Rachel.
One was recently telling me how her favourite colour was purple… her favourite colour is green… her favourite colour is blue… and this is a really bright, eloquent kid.
One day they ALL want the pink tumbler and the next day they all want the green one.
They will tell you that they went to Africa last night after school to visit tigers.
They get halfway home before having to be brought back because they have left their scooter/bag/worn someone else’s shoes/jumper.
Merrily tell mum/dad at pickup that they didn’t have lunch today because they ran out food (never happens).
Last week at the Easter egg hunt one told me that he was the Easter bunny. And that he didn’t like chocolate (oh really, so why are you scoffing chocolate eggs?)
My favourite (at my sisters old school) - all the 4 year old class want home and told their parents that their head teacher (my sister)… was dead. My sister only found out when she wandered into her office the next day and it was full of flowers.
Small kids knowing they are ‘in the wrong body’ and want drugs? I’m a bit dubious.