I was carrying an armful of bags out to the car when I entered the laundry room and found my son holding the door open to the garage with a wide grin on his face. “Oh wow. Thank you, Gideon,” I said, breathlessly shifting the bags to keep from dropping them all. “I’m doing Ladies First!” he announced proudly. “Oh, cool. You’re a good boy.” I tried to maneuver myself around him but he moved into my way and spread out his arms to block my path. “No Dad,” he laughed. “Ladies. Ladies First, remember! You’re not a lady.” I backed up so I could peer down at him from over the pile of things stacked up in my arms. “Oh, dude, really? I…