There were several children my kids knew as toddlers/elementary age that I thought were gay. I wish I could find them now that they are adults and see how accurate my gaydar was, but being military families we are all scattered to the winds, and I didn’t keep up with many folks after the divorce.
But there was one little boy in particular that the entire neighborhood had pegged as “Most Likely To Be Gay” for probably stereotypical reasons: he was, at age 5, a fussy, delicate, nervous little thing who was obsessively neat and tidy about his clothes and toys, having hissy fits if toys were moved from their positions. He disliked playing with the boys, unless there was an opportunity to dress up in a costume or a uniform…and then it had better be perfect. Now I realize these are more the traits of an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he really was the boy we could never imagine getting married to one of our daughters. Wish I could recall their last name, then I could Google him…he had an unusual first name…Shelby.
I had a brief period of time with my son when I had to entertain the idea he might grow up to be gay. But then I caught him waking up extra early (without an alarm clock) to watch Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland because he had a crush on Alice, and I figured he was straight. Precociously horny for an eight-year-old, but lusting after girls. So sometimes Mom gaydar can get sidetracked.