All of the girls wear the same thing.
As a child, she dressed in jeans and shirts, like all the other boys, and her best friend was a boy.
Emma is her black and white cat, at her home outside Syracuse in central New York State, 250 miles away.
It is a transgender moment.
Her childlike reaction was, perhaps, not surprising.
She had wondered if her son was gay, and that, she says, would have been easier to deal with than a child who wanted to be the opposite sex.