When I was six years old, I sincerely believed myself to be Superman. But when the school bell rang, I had to stop playing make-believe, or face a severe tongue-lashing by my teachers. If I had demanded that they put a telephone booth somewhere in the hallway so I could don the costume of the Man of Steel while protecting my secret identity, and then threatened to bring LAWYERS into the fray if they didn't, I would have been laughed out of class.
I'm as socially liberal as the next guy, but let's call this what it is; a little boy and his family trying to force those around him to participate in his make-believe.